Little Poetry

Hazel-Me

I am Hazel-grace,
Without the dying,
Funny my name is Grace,
I'm also fighting.

Climbing a flight of stairs,
And I'm out of breath,
By the thought of how inconsiderate another human can be,
How their single thought was 'Me'

When you talk to strangers
Over the phone,
Everything is normal, but wait till they meet you,
And you see the scorn.

Everything is awkward and tense,
And your difference becomes a stench,
Some dilly-dally the Question around,
Others just blurt it like idiots aloud.

So just when you think you'll forever be alone,
There comes this one person who's sinking in the same boat,
And now you realize you can share an abode,
Of laughter & pain before it becomes arson.

You hyperventilate when he starts to differ,
You realize his boat is slightly smaller than yours,
That the holes where you are are much bigger,
And the 'our' is just yours.

Just like Hazel-grace,
I'll be the one who is left behind,
The one to wake up from the daze,
Of the memories & lessons we signed,
And engraved in my future now fazed.

I am Hazel-grace,
Without the dying,
Funny my name is Grace,
I'm also fighting.