From the ground we were made.
That's what we are reminded.
To the ground we rest,
That's what we are reminded.
You read it in the book,
But don't need to read the book
To see it.
To feel it.
It's just how life is.
.
I'll tell you about a weekend event
Before the water fills the cup.
I'll share with you the happy, sad moments
Before we see the seasons reach their cusp.
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Grow up, grow old,
And become another faceless being.
Hold your emotions before they control you.
Be mindful of the day,
Do you realize how little the light stays with us?
.
In the sea of souls,
Where we have no idea how to make
The most of a false sense of calming.
Get thrown and pulled down,
Lifted or climbing up,
No one still knows how little the clock waits for life.
About the Creator
Rachael Anra
Hi, my name is Racahel. I'm an Indigenous writer from Arizona who loves poetry, horror, soft fantasys, and biographies. Currently, I am renewing my love for writing by driving back into it!


Comments (1)
Lovely poem πππ