May Original Work

Poetry

“I Am” Poem

I am a hitch hikers thumb without a hitch hikers spirit.


I wonder if I will make it on my own.


I hear angry whispers that want to be happy.


I see humming birds fly around my head because I am scared of them.


I want to get everything I want.


I am a hitch hikers thumb without a hitch hikers spirit,


I pretend I know the future and that I am unafraid of it.


I feel like a raindrop crystalizing as it burns into smoke.


I touch sunlight as if it is fine, white hair. (Something I can tether around my waist in case I need to be pulled back in).


I worry about dying, it keeps me up at night.


I cry because sometimes what they say it true, I just didn’t know it.


I am a hitch hikers thumb without a hitch hikers spirit.


I understand that thoughts have power.


I say everything happens for a reason.


I dream about a reason for everything that happens, which is why I never make it to the end of the dream.


I try to be more forgiving.


I hope I can be myself for as long as possible.


I am a spirit that wants to wander enough before all that is left is bone.