This is a poem I wrote for my 11th grade English poetry anthology. I wrote it because I was feeling insignificant, but as it went on, I realized that no one person is insignificant. We affect every single person we meet, in some small way, for good or for bad. Feel free to comment :)
I sit still and watch as lives pass,
I a silent witness to each.
As my fears and worries paramount,
hundreds of lives rush by
without a though of who I am.
So many memories and tears and laughs
have walked the path I walk now.
I’m not alone
Although they’ll never know,
each life that brushes mine-
like a hand on a cheek-
their touch will leave a mark
some a caress, some a bruise.
What am I, but a hand
on the world’s cheek?
What is my purpose?
To touch each life for the better?
To leave my mark on this Earth?
i like this so much!
ReplyDeletei don't know if you want to know this or not, but for me, poetry and writing are all about coming to grips with the way i am feeling about something. if i am upset about something in the world, i sit down and write about it and try to sort it out. i almost never STOP writing until i have come to some sort of terms with whatever is making me upset.
that's how this poem feels to me. you see everyone moving past you, and it's hard. then you realize that you're not the only one, it's your job to reach out to them, you touch THEM. you come to terms with the way the world is in your way.
this is great!