One in a Million

Written during sophomore year.

Chills eat at my spine

and early June rain drips to my toes.

Fearless,

possibly invincible,

and slightly overwhelmed,

for all this

and I can’t control the rain.

Turn the autopilot off

and look around:

People are hopeless.

Civilizations die.

Beggars roam the street.

You throw life away and you’re lucky,

lucky life won’t leave you.

And you know you’ll make it there:

Broken vans.

Worldwide sunsets.

Rain.

Snow.

Sun.

History

or at least a story.

One that ends happy,

regardless of if you are.

You’ll make it to some star, somehow,

but the sky will still be black.

Beautiful

black,

and the electricity won’t leave you, either.

Glowing,

alight,

like fire.

So here you are, and you plead hopeless,

but I have a secret;

I don’t breathe for nothing,

and it left me once, but I,

I still believe in fate.

Can’t you see we belong up there?

Silver, black,

and out of this world.

So here,

I’m the one-in-a-million child,

so let’s take a leap off that cliff

and I swear to you we’ll fly.

Take a leap;

those stars are ours.