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My Wealth Is Not Measured in Coins or Change

  • Apr 22
  • 1 min read

When I say I want all of the luxuries in life,

I am saying I want to be covered in dirt and dipped in a lake.


All I want is a few extra seconds in the rain,

a few extra seconds of watching the sky drain,

a few extra seconds of standing on a mountain,

watching my past life close up behind me and the new one unfolding

at the highest peak in front of me.

I am okay with a few more seconds standing in a hurricane.


My wealth is not measured in coins or change.

It’s a piggy bank shattering with the joy I’ve felt,

knowing that I survived after scrubbing away

my deepest bloodstain.


             — Sarah Amoros

                 

 
 
 

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lifeline pt. 2

 

it is now at 5:25 on a monday evening 

that i realize what has kept me here 

i am surviving off of dead poets & living ones

their souls live by keeping mine alive

i am here because 

one stanza 

one sentence 

one word 

found my breath 

worth taking 

 

each one a compression on my chest saying 

just one more day 

 

poets never die

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