Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
She is going. I imagine her on the plane, mind brimming with possibilities and anxieties She’s probably wearing those hippy pants with the beaded drawstring and the red elephant print I know she’s typing away on her laptop, chronicling her unprecedented adventure She is doing. Everything we say we’ll do on late nights with that sense of invincible potential She overcame the lingering doubt, the pessimistic thoughts that loiter in our minds and trash our belief in possibility She is being. She is living. She is trying to be more than just a name scrawled in the universe’s book, an afterthought. She will be a page, a chapter. She will do more, she will be more, she is more.
0
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
She is Living
She is going. I imagine her on the plane, mind brimming with possibilities and anxieties She’s probably wearing those hippy pants with the beaded drawstring and the red elephant print I know she’s typing away on her laptop, chronicling her unprecedented adventure She is doing. Everything we say we’ll do on late nights with that sense of invincible potential She overcame the lingering doubt, the pessimistic thoughts that loiter in our minds and trash our belief in possibility She is being. She is living. She is trying to be more than just a name scrawled in the universe’s book, an afterthought. She will be a page, a chapter. She will do more, she will be more, she is more.
rebekahpj
Written by
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem