Katie

15

Carnival Revelations

summertime ferris wheels spin like my mind
my thoughts are cotton candy melting on my tongue
sugar sweet and barely there
freshly spun and still so young

it would be easy to drift away from life
like balloons my fingers once let slip away
but ending my life is a selfish act
to my friends, whose lives are remaining today

it hurts to shatter my love’s glassy eyes
his life was dedicated to my stare
our favorite ride is the spinning teacups
he’d be devastated if I wasn’t there

my daughter deserves a chance to be born
to capture those eight o’clock fireflies
our warm July evenings and sunsets of pink
will never occur if her sad mother dies

merry-go-rounds are repetitive rides
but at least they're always foreseen
though predictable now, later is not
at this innocent age of fifteen