![]() Sometimes We ForgetA Poem by Karissa Dawn![]() Sometimes we need to be reminded that there’s a million other worlds out there. Existing in spite of us.![]() To imagine. Sometimes it’s hard to see past our own problems. But somewhere out there, while we are in our minds, right now: There’s an abandoned field with a hundred black birds, flying in a way we’ll never understand. One broken twig causing uproar. There’s a girl taking a picture of the boy she’s in love with. A climber 15 minutes from the top of a mountain. There’s an exam writer realizing he forgot to study for this question. A kid about to misplace his foot on a ladder. There’s a lifeguard pulling a deadoralive body onto shore. A raindrop finally feeding the cracked ground. There’s a boy letting go of a dream while his best friend discovers his. A girl getting married to the wrong guy. An explosion that no one will hear. A kid scratching his name into his desk. There’s a kiss that never should’ve happened , and a blush that will never be seen. Two children witness something on a playground that they will never speak of again. There’s a boat that will sink in half an hour, and a baby about to be born on the side of a road. There’s someone sitting by the phone hardly breathing, and someone writing a letter because they forgot to say goodbye. There’s a bug being stepped on, and a bridge being raised. There’s a knot being tied wrong, and a girl alone in the dark driving in the wrong direction. In the time that you’ve read this, one million things have gone wrong in the world. And one million things have gone right. But in some damp corner of a rainforest we’ll never see, there is the strangest most beautiful bird Holding the secret of the universe in its undiscovered beak. There are more things in this world that we will never see than the things that we think have gone wrong. © 2012 Karissa Dawn |
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4 Reviews Added on January 14, 2012 Last Updated on January 14, 2012 AuthorKarissa DawnOntario, CanadaAboutA 20 year old English student paving her way through life with words. I've recently been experimenting with the sonnet form, and descriptions of "love" without using the word love. more..Writing
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