I entered one of my poems into a contest, and if it makes any names for itself, I'm putting it here :) I've already won schoolwide, regionals, and I'm waiting on results for state- I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, and it might be because there are less contestants because of Covid19- But I'm still happy :D 

Here it is!

(looking back it's kinda dramatic but  I can't bring myself to edit this lol)

Let it burst.

Fall, illuminate the pieces,

Ignore the daybreak, fight for the dawn.

Bring the light.

"I never watched for the sunrise, because I was too busy keeping my eyes closed."

When do we let the words spill?

When do we tear through the blinding darkness, find the flame?

And why don't we listen?

Eyes open, watching,

Resisting the fatal blink,

So we might not miss a second.

Let me be empty.

Let me fall.

Why do you pluck the petals of every rose?

Blow the pollen into the sky... tear it apart?

Forge the ending.

Hold on to the last rays, clinging. So we might live on, "Into the next days, minutes, seconds."

Does it have to be a happy tale? Or can it go on forever?

Do we have to stop our story here?

Don't let the light go.

Pull the strands of sun into your fingers, entwined with your ending.

Tangled with the imagined blurs of satisfaction,

Remember that you don't have to give in. That you don't need to end.

That we can leave, anytime we want, from the depths of the agony, the pain.

Emblazoned across the lids of your eyes,

The words, "I didn't give in."

Rise with the swells of the pain.

Flee with the spirits that choose to run- then turn, face the enemy.

Let it live, rampage across the skin of your heart- Then reclaim the precious skies it took from you.

"You are higher. You brought the light; you illuminated the fissures that couldn't be lit."

You came through.

Let it burst.

Fall, illuminate the pieces,

Ignore the daybreak, fight for the dawn.

Bring the light.

"I never watched for the sunrise, because I was too busy keeping my eyes closed."

Let me be empty.

Let me fall.

Any way over the chasm....

Who else to sweep their hands across the air?

Who else to decide to breathe?

And if nothing else,

Who else to listen?

Let it burst,

Fall,

Illuminate.