“Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” - Robert Frost

My Work

I remember being called a star in my early childhood,

until my star had fell

and as i was falling through the sky,

entering the world for what it was

I realized how everyone’s lights in their homes were on.

how come

in the darkest of nights

the light was only in my room?

perhaps that’s why I was called a star.

so even though I have fallen,

and I am not the same,

I find comfort

in seeing myself in other fallen stars.

I am upset with you

until I realize this is the first life you have lived.

of course you are going to mess up,

it is only human

and I know you are trying your best.

But how come I feel like,

even though I have only lived only life,

I carry the mental burdens

of a life I do not know.

Do you feel the burdens too?

The scariest part is not being able to remember what happened,

but seeing how long it has taken be to realize what really happened to me.

I find myself trying to figure out

how different things would be if I realized sooner

or if I made better choices.

Could it really be my fault?