Poems from MeganCarreon

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, bringing darkness so I couldn’t see my muddy hands in front of my face, I finally came inside the...
Dear Sixth Grade Girl, You hurt me. You made me believe that I was not good enough, not cool enough, and that I was worth less than you....
The fullness of life   A full life is excitement. Waking up filled with joy for the day Meditation. Sunrise. The smell of coffee. Words....
The pear trees have surrendered. Their blossoms, once lifted by the wind of laughing hopeful children, now lay limp on the dry ground....
The rain begins to fall outside. I can already smell the wet grass seep through the cold glass windows. I see the puddles. I hear the deep...