post #12 {white}

white

maybe i am
meant to be alive
so that i can show
the suicidal ones,
the depressed ones,
and the discontent ones
a beautiful life.

could it be possible
that the world needs me?
can i make a little
difference in this
crazy, strange world?
it would be nice.
i like having a purpose.

i suppose that i could be
the yellow light in the sea
full of black, utter darkness,
leading the hard but worth it way
to the white. because i am captivated
by this white, and i can't
stop staring at it.

so maybe i can show
others this glorious white,
so they too can stare.
stare in awe, with mouths open
in shock, at the beauty that
we humans have been given
to cherish and call our lives.

poem #1 {invisible} // poem #2 {who are you?} // poem #3 {restless} // poem #4 {you won't change me} // poem #5 {missing sun-haiku} // poem #6 {attached} // poem #7 {fledgling} // poem #8 {grow} // poem #9 {rain} // poem #10 {crazy} // poem # 11 {little person}

♥
Bekah Joan