The sun dies down and
I am slowly eclipsing
who I used to be. Will
you burn like evergreens
in the summer? Will you
hold onto the fingers, the
hands that pulled you
into this world? Will you
let them take you out?
A Note About this Poem: For this poem, I was inspired by forest fires in California and the responsibility our parents have over us when we are born and (in rare cases) if they are alive to experience our passing, I think one of the saddest experiences has to be losing your child. Somehow in my mind, there is a connection between the two subjects, losing forests to summer fires and losing children.
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-Alina
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