Nineteen Poem by Rebekah Wooten
Nineteen
Nineteen
Seemly unseen
Is there invisibility in my genes?
Who am today
Is not who I may be tomorrow
Still I lie wide awake
Trying not to fall asleep
Laughing suddenly
I cannot control the speed
of the earth's turn
I cannot stop the world from burning
I am not needed
I roll over
A sense of freedom fills me, blissfully
I'm only nineteen
And as of now
That's all I aspire to be
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5/3/2024 7:55:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great write.19 is a good place to be.
Thank you. I will see.