Before I Die... Poem by Jenevieve H

Before i die

I want to

Live

Not the kind of living

Where you get rich, find love,

And pack your days full of meetings

Cause your super important

And you have to get your coffee

To go

But truly live

The kind where

At my funeral they'll all say

"She wasn't scared of living"

The kind where when everything goes wrong

It ends up being an adventure

That ravishes my soul and every fiber of

Who i am

The kind where i'll finally realize

That i am enough

To live and drink in every moment

Like the coffee

That i actually

Sat in the shop

And drank