I feel lost, so I wrote.
Every day I carry the weight of the world & the oceans spill down my face some nights.
It’s four pillows. Sometimes, I remember it used to be a girl, so I write.
I feel sad, so I wrote.
My dreams remind me they’re not here, so I’m afraid to close my eyes.
The seas on my face spill dry, & then I write.
In the sky they advertise success, they don’t show the cost.
Everyday I gain more, every night I remember what I’ve lost.
I miss them, so I wrote.
When the light knocks the next day, I remember I’m not done yet.
Forgetting I commemorate at every sun set.
When I’m scared, Ink down paper is how I run best.
Feeling far from the ones that have died. I’m adding distance to the ones alive.
I worked so hard to soar, I didn’t think how far you end up when you fly.
I’m alive, so I write.