Becoming Ready

You can plan for months or even years for something you think you can handle. But when it happens every good memory there was between then and now has disapears after you became so attatched. You imagined this future and dreaming about how happy you would be. Then you see the face of good-bye and all of your dreams disovle into nothing. You never really felt so much pain as you did like this, you think to yourself "how will I be able to move on...will I ever move on?" And every moring as soon as you wake up, that converstion plays in your head day after day. Until you think about them less, and less, until you find someone else or just forget about them. There may be days when you feel like you cannot help but feel like leaving the world and all worries but, then you remember that maybe they feel the same way.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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