I have a fascination with space. At 4 years old I promised my Papa when I became the first girl to walk on Mars, I would bring him too. Originally I started with that inspiration, how free, but lonely is it to drift in space... When searching for true meaning, I pondered: what does Mother Earth think about us and what about our Sun? I then wrote about climate change and our fate "if change is not brought"... I realized my tricky mixture of creation when I noticed I had subliminally started writing about my own mother, who fell into a coma in 2017. She has yet to make major progress, still only able to talk in one-word sentences, but her pause of progress is due to the lack of care she receives. It's hard to see your mother struggle - and to have absolutely no power to help. Heartbreaking, really. This poem, of the many others I have written about her, was something I just felt I needed to share.

(My name is Molly, I'm 15, and I live in Southern California)