
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion.
3. And she was afraid of him fading
So,
Today
I wrote a poem
Crippled by my fear
That he will fade into the cruel passing of time
Forgotten, lost
Like my admiration
Rotting
Ten feet under
Poetry on the Margins #3 Ten Feet Above
Such a gentle feeling and such strong words.
Ever since I was a kid and knew that I wanted to write,
I always thought how beautiful it would be — the thought alone —
to make someone “eternal.”
Whether it's through poetry, a painting, a song —
when I die, my words will be here.
And so will be the people and things that inspired me.

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