Jul 2017
Like
a fallen leaf
a ripple in the ocean
a grain of sand blown by the wind
a snowflake among millions
I do not know where I'm going to end up
or what to expect
all I can do
is go where the wind blows me
the current flows me
and deal with whatever comes my way
on my own.
a fallen leaf
a ripple in the ocean
a grain of sand blown by the wind
a snowflake among millions
I do not know where I'm going to end up
or what to expect
all I can do
is go where the wind blows me
the current flows me
and deal with whatever comes my way
on my own.
A piece I wrote back in 2009 for a middle school poetry project.
It's so funny to look back on older pieces. My poetry and songs were the works of a child, but even now the rawness of some takes me back to another time. I'm not saying I have been or ever will be an excellent writer, but I have been and always will be an honest one.
It's so funny to look back on older pieces. My poetry and songs were the works of a child, but even now the rawness of some takes me back to another time. I'm not saying I have been or ever will be an excellent writer, but I have been and always will be an honest one.
