unnamed poem

unnamed poem

Araceli Aranda

No matter the reason,

We all wish the smallest bit

To slow down the world.

The one that makes no time for us

The world that never really sleeps.

The world that will yield to no man,

No matter how much we wish it did sometimes

And sometimes, we wonder if it even has a place for us.


I believe this world has a place for us…




You are just as permanent as the world itself-

What you are now,

Will always be.

Forever carved in this time


Don’t wait for the world-

Don’t let the strings of time

And the threats of reality


Ever scare you


You are as real as they are.