Poems from staceyd

I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight
I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight. But now I’m afraid of losing my mind. The world is beyond crazy, I find. I turn around and see...
“This child is really special,” they said
“This child is really special,” they said, And I feared. For what if they were wrong? But I smiled politely and got lost in my head.   I...