I am afraid of the unknown.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to embrace it.
But how could I, its human nature to be afraid of what we can’t know.


Sometimes I look in the mirror and think.
I think about what the world would be like without my presence.
Some would miss me, others wouldn’t be affected.
Would they remember my soul?
Or would I become another lost treasure.
I simply do not know.

What if the blue blood flowing through my veins,
Turned to ruby red drops on the porcelain?
Would they remember the girl once full of life?

If my skin turned lifeless pale,
Would they remember my natural color?
Or would I be forever snow white in their minds.

If my belongings were burned,
Would they remember how I spent my days?
Or would they forget about my values?

If I was forever muted,
Would they remember the sound of my laugh?
Or would I become another monotone memory?
I simply do not know.