poem c:

In time, as we get older

I don’t want to let anybody down. 

I don’t want to be too conspicuous 

or too much of a burden. 

It’s hard to understand 

that the future is unknown. 

Do we control our own destinies? 

I had a classmate in school

named Destiny. 

I had another classmate named Fatima.

And another one named Evelyn. 

And another one named Nikita, Nikki. 

I never knew anyone

named Juniper, Summer, or Harper.

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These feelings of heavy-heartedness

will be the death of me, if I don’t learn

to cope with it.

I should let it go, or maybe let it in.

I’ll look beyond myself, and within, I guess.