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Acacia Markel

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since April 2016
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Wind-like

June 5, 2017
She sleeps all day and her eyes stay open most of the night 
because the sun makes everything clear and 
there's somethings she just doesn't wanna see 
She only speaks when spoken to so she never speaks 
He asks her has she eaten 
She says yes but he didn't specify the time frame 
The only wait she's gained is the time 
She has before she goes before she flies away
Every single glance she gives him tells a story 
She doesn't look in anyone else's eyes 
They are likely to misinterpret 
Her eyes are like bibles 
She spends most of her day whispering along with the wind because
like her it too is invisible
They yell for no reason 
She turns from the slightest winds to Katrina 
Invisible to invincible 
She shakes the world she takes it with her
She leaves nothing and she never comes back 
 
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