Birth Order
Words I can’t say to the people I love most
By Chloë J.Published 9 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Johny Goerend on Unsplash
I am a rock and my sisters are wind,
free-wheeling throughout
the world, vivid and
wild and lovely.
I am mere stone and my sisters are steam,
writhing and rising
into the air ‘til
sweet dissipation.
I am mountain, my sisters, auroras,
lights that dance sweetly
in the North, rivers
betwixt the night stars.
I am chained to and by myself, stagnant.
My sisters are free.
I wonder if they
feel free, or if
maybe, they
feel like
me.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
Comments (4)
Mountains, even stones can be beautiful things shaped by, and giving shape to, the wind and streams. Wonderful imagery in this
I think that they think that you are amazing, Chloë, & wish they could be more like you.
This is such a beautiful and thought-provoking poem.
aw, this is so beautiful, with a current of sadness! sublime, Chloe!