Thoughts-Unfinished
I image death it feels more like a memory, just like something I’ve already seen. When I see it do I try to run, or should I just let it be. What if it gets me?
I don’t think I’ll live past 30. Where I come from most don’t even get that many. Knowing that should I just live carefree? I’m scared I’ll die a nobody. I know that I’ll never be the best person I could be. Most of my family continue to disagree.
Every burden, every disadvantage, I have learned to manage. Yeah I know I’m damaged. I have this fear that I may just vanish. Some say that my thoughts are outlandish.
I’ve been told I got a lot of brains but no polish, but I continue to amaze and astonish- still in the work.
12/19/19
Copyright © Cheyenne Callan | Year Posted 2019
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