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Dec 2018
If I were to dissipate
would everything
correct itself
or
would the minuscule
snow globe,
I have engulfed myself into,
collapse under the sudden removal
of an insignificant
figurine.
I need to reassure myself sometimes that without fear I wouldn’t be human. Without hatred I wouldn’t be normal.
What would become of me if the emotion that many felt towards others had inescapably refracted towards myself- and I had no power to overcome it?
Anastasia
Written by
Anastasia  16/F/UK
(16/F/UK)   
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       Colm, Edmund black, eileen, Monika Layke and Lizzie
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