World Is Mine Poem by Vanessa Hernandez

on my way
back from the cemetry,
crying and feeling desolate,
i guess that’s when it began;

haunting me to this day,
i curse myself and wonder
why i stopped when
others did not;

through the wind and the rain,
in a world that i long to be in,
day in and day out,
used and thrown away;

if only we could make a life
of what we dream,
there would be no heaven
and no need for (a separate) hell;

a fragile soul caught in the hands of time
dying a little everyday
i know a change is gonna come
there’s a place i am going to
as i keep chiseling away
to carve out a life that is mine
i find that place is right here
within me;