There are those we remember, and those we forget. Somewhere in between are the names, faces, and dreams lost too soon. This poem is a conversation with grief, memory, and the unbearable thought of being forgotten. For every young life lost, in one fight or another, may we remember them. And maybe in that memory,…
“That spark you felt ignite inside you, that split-second vision that you had of yourself bright like the Sun — believe that! Believe that.” ― C. JoyBell C. I met the future you, Calm, collected, and poised, Just as you are now I met the future you, I now know without a level of…
Tell me a storyOf my forefathers Of my motherOf your painOf your joy Of your struggles Let me understand itTell me a storyThat can help build mineTell me a story 0
I wanted…
I wanted to be a poet To be a master of words To live in the poems My mind in each verse But I couldn’t find my caesura, my pause And the words; they eluded me So I settled for a cause That I could control… And my mind, It’s in peace, in each piece…
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