Poems from Megan Collins
The older generationis breaking, limbs cutfrom the family tree, I hateseeing them grow old, and gray,apples losing their crunch,...
Little eyes see the big people,and in their big arms we are loved,little eyes see what the big people notice,the big people notice us, the...
The cold fire is still burning,and yes it is there, and yes it is real,and yes, you will have to repeat thisto yourself at night, when you...
Best with too many hardships,too little success, but some,isn't enough, show me a picture,please, depression presses meagainst his chest,...
I think behind me, afraid to look aheadunder the wave pool, what if I just held my breath,it was hard, back then, still, and it's hard, now...