By Olivia Steen
I always adored looking up at stars
Wish I liked math to get that far
Take off in a spaceship to see things how they really are
Allow myself that feeling of vulnerability
Although that is what poetry does to me
Witty writing of words is my specialty
To get to the moon is as far an eternity as
opening up the core to me
An astronaut in space is to pen on paper
Helplessly trying to do or say the next right thing
Survival- Dependency
Take in the surroundings to feel less lonely
Everyone waits for an outcome to see
If one makes it back from space
If one can write something beautiful
without leaving a blank space
Poetry is supposed to hit like rockets
landing on the moon
And once the dust settles
I hope my words leave a trace