A Cloud Poem by Samantha Rose Turner

As I sit there, staring at the nights star filled sky;
I noticed a cloud, shaped like a girl.
Who could it be?
I look abit closer and notice it’s me.
Me as a cloud so far above.

Why am I up there? Have I died?
Looking at myself with hesitant eyes,
looking through my pasts lies.
My heart dies, but am I as a person already dead?
Maybe I am, im so insecure that I cannot tell anymore.

What does this mean?
Always im sad, sometimes mad.
I never smile; it’s been quiet a while.
I think that cloud means im dead,
and all im doing is flying over my head.

I’m above heaven, where can I be?
Maybe I’ll become a star,
and have a child wish upon me.
That’ll be the day,
the day you see,
that I was worth more than I turned out to be.

-Samantha
Age: 12
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3: 32pm