When I was younger,
I hated thunderstorms.
Somehow, thunder
sounded like God's rage,
and I always seemed to shatter.
I know it is not the thunder
that scared me.
Instead, it was feeling small
like I had mistaken
which I happen to do a lot.
Because, maybe, I am human
and not the potato I claim to be.
Several things terrify me
like the crease between my father's eyebrows
and manual transmissions in cars
and, even, sometimes, the people I love most.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
ŞiirA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
