Untitled No. 11A Poem by Maddi Snowden
I am laying in my bed
on a cold Wednesday night replaying memories, and all I can see isn't the pain I have endured, not the lonely nights I have spent soaked in tears, all I see is how lucky am I to have such an immensely vibrant life full of beautiful and terrifying things. Someone once told me that out of sadness, comes beautiful people. If this is true, then your eyes are the most beautiful for they have cried the most tears and my smile must be radiant for all the time I spend straight faced laying in my bed hearing my heartbeat in my ears and seeing a reel of memories in front of my eyes. But maybe beautiful people are sad not because they are beautiful or because it's a flaw in chemistry but simply due to the fact that no one else can see just how lucky we are to live such a life full of endless opportunities and possibilities. There is a world of chances out there and if we could only see past our own front porch, and the front porches beyond ours, if only we could see the world full of beautiful and terrifying things maybe just maybe we would live a life with little fear. (M.S.)
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1 Review Added on January 16, 2014 Last Updated on January 16, 2014 AuthorMaddi SnowdenSeattle, WAAboutMy name is Maddi and I enjoy writing. I began writing poetry when I was in 4th grade and recently picked it up again. Along with some of my poetry, I post original artwork/photography intended to go.. more..Writing
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