Poems from Megan Collins
I'll always have this illness,my past kept in my soul,I'll take it with me, wheneverything keeps changingand I feel too much, I'llcome back...
Cause little wingscan't fly, they break offwhen we're young, and thedirt kicks up when we're old,decaying in the black of nightit almost...
There are generations of uspulled through a tiny hole,some of us make it through,while others get stabbedwith the sewing needle.
And...
We were walking in a crowd,when plenty smiles turned into frowns,and the children kept on playing, notwatching us turn around, we...
Lives intersecting, leavingscars on skin already slicedwe come to visit mountains,to crawl through caves, andfeel too deeply, to stumble...