Waking up is cold,
bitter,
wrong.
Living is unsure,
scary,
flawed.
Sleeping is tiring,
unpleasant,
alone.
I've landed a world away,
and I want to go home.
-M.M.
11:11
By meganemcmahon
A collection of poetry about life through young eyes. Because sometimes you just have to cross your fingers... More