Untitled No. 11

Untitled No. 11

A 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.)

© 2014 Maddi Snowden


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Overall this is a good work! I especially liked the last stanza, it's simple but meaningful kind of like the utterigs of an old and wise grandmother. You are very wise, great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Maddi Snowden

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much!! (:

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Maddi Snowden
Maddi Snowden

Seattle, WA



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My 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..

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