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a timeline
I was made from my grandmother’s
Irish soda bread recipe
The smell of an old library and
A soft quilt.
The orange pink clouds of sunset
And the feeling of running through the sprinkler
on a hot summer day
The sound of crickets chirping
When you’re about to fall asleep
When I was young I pretended to be a fairy
I tried to jump off my bed to feel like
I could fly for just one second and
When I woke up in the morning I would check
My back to see if wings were sprouting out of it
I wanted to become the pages of a book
So I took markers and drew pictures
On my arms and bedroom wall
Today I no longer want to be a book or
an imaginary creature
So I write down my ideas and try
to dream them alive through paper and pen
I run my finger through my dog’s fur
And think about how lucky he is to not have to
Worry about school and friends and driving
In ten years, I want to become a song
I want to become a melody that gets stuck in your head
And you listen to when you have a bad day
The type of song where you can close your eyes
Sway to the beat and forget yourself
I want to become the strings inside a piano
And the beat of a drum
To comfort others and
Empower them
When they need it the most.
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This piece came from a prompt called "the timeline prompt" where the first stanza describes what it was like when you were born, the second stanza describes your childhood, the third describes the present, and the fourth is aout your future.