Oct 2018
She walks on the bus
Finds a seat
Somewhere in the middle
She's not popular or bold enough to sit in the back
She talks some
But she doesn't necessarily want to be seen
She's about as average as they come
It's 6 am
Dark outside
Cold, wet
Despite this, she drifts her face to the window
To the shapes and shadows
Her thoughts take her
Where they only take her on chilly mornings
when the stars are bright
Deep, philosophical thoughts
She knows the origin of the earth
She understands the Pythagorean theorem and why a right angle is 90 degrees
Things begin to connect and align like the stars
Only to be unraveled again when the sun comes out
Among these thoughts
She wonders about herself
She wants to make a difference
Even though she's a tiny speck in this vast universe
She runs through her accomplishments
The time she gave a speech in front of her 8th-grade class at graduation
That A+ on her math final
Those poems she wrote to her relatives on Christmas
That one song she sang that made her mother cry
"It's not enough," she thinks. "What have I done that will make any difference in the world?"
The stars begin to disappear
The sun floats
The sky turns colour
And the world has form and light
She walks to school
Feeling burdened and useless
I wish she would've stayed a little bit longer
In that middle bus seat
Looked at that one microscopic star, so small, yet still part of the system called the universe
If she had stayed
I would've told her
"Maybe you won't"
Maybe she won't change the world
Maybe she won't find the cure for cancer
Maybe she won't stop World Hunger
Maybe she won't grow up smart and successful
Her name in every newspaper
Maybe she won't become president
Maybe she won't be on TV
Maybe she won't climb a mountain
Maybe she won't write a book that changes the world
Maybe she won't build a castle
Maybe she won't found a city
Maybe she won't start a dynasty
Maybe she won't
But she is still important
She still matters
She still has a purpose
She is enough
She has a reason to exist
She is perfect the way she is
Finds a seat
Somewhere in the middle
She's not popular or bold enough to sit in the back
She talks some
But she doesn't necessarily want to be seen
She's about as average as they come
It's 6 am
Dark outside
Cold, wet
Despite this, she drifts her face to the window
To the shapes and shadows
Her thoughts take her
Where they only take her on chilly mornings
when the stars are bright
Deep, philosophical thoughts
She knows the origin of the earth
She understands the Pythagorean theorem and why a right angle is 90 degrees
Things begin to connect and align like the stars
Only to be unraveled again when the sun comes out
Among these thoughts
She wonders about herself
She wants to make a difference
Even though she's a tiny speck in this vast universe
She runs through her accomplishments
The time she gave a speech in front of her 8th-grade class at graduation
That A+ on her math final
Those poems she wrote to her relatives on Christmas
That one song she sang that made her mother cry
"It's not enough," she thinks. "What have I done that will make any difference in the world?"
The stars begin to disappear
The sun floats
The sky turns colour
And the world has form and light
She walks to school
Feeling burdened and useless
I wish she would've stayed a little bit longer
In that middle bus seat
Looked at that one microscopic star, so small, yet still part of the system called the universe
If she had stayed
I would've told her
"Maybe you won't"
Maybe she won't change the world
Maybe she won't find the cure for cancer
Maybe she won't stop World Hunger
Maybe she won't grow up smart and successful
Her name in every newspaper
Maybe she won't become president
Maybe she won't be on TV
Maybe she won't climb a mountain
Maybe she won't write a book that changes the world
Maybe she won't build a castle
Maybe she won't found a city
Maybe she won't start a dynasty
Maybe she won't
But she is still important
She still matters
She still has a purpose
She is enough
She has a reason to exist
She is perfect the way she is
