I was born
in the half year
in the between of
spring and summer
the Clementine daydream of never ending twilight.
I am a half child
barely spoken of to the birds who disregard me as if I were human
but I have a hollow
inside of me
and I think
that is why I've always wanted to fly
away
into the stratosphere
and get lost
find who I am;
not a half year child
but someone who doesn't look sun-burnt from days of crying
someone
who
loves their self.
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About the Creator
A. Stewart
I am a YA author living on the West-Coast of Canada.
Find my book reviews at: wonderbreadreads
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