Aug 2011
Written March 16, 2009*
I really wish
That the world could stand still.
Just for a while.
Let me heal.
Let me rest.
Let me get a hold of everything that's going on;
Everything that's going wrong.
Just catch my breath.
Because I don't think
That I'm ready yet,
For what is still to come.
I really wish
That the world could stand still.
Just for a while.
Let me heal.
Let me rest.
Let me get a hold of everything that's going on;
Everything that's going wrong.
Just catch my breath.
Because I don't think
That I'm ready yet,
For what is still to come.
This is one of the first poems I wrote in high school. When I started getting away from the elementary standard poetry layout.
