Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

The Goddess

Every day, she woke up in an entirely different place,

Watching the wonders unravel before her eyes.

Then she realized these worlds were built for her to embrace.

She could hold them in her palm, these skies.

She found a power hidden in her own hands,

Learned to build worlds all on her own.

As words swarmed around her, taking her to distant lands,

She wrote her story out, carefully sewn.

They would constantly tell her it was all in her head,

But then why did it feel so real?

She ignored their voices and built her world instead.

In its walls, she carved out all she would feel.

One day, she felt the power drain from her fingers,

And the pen fell on the floor.

But the voice in her head always lingers,

And the world is longing for more.

For a few days, she was fearful and restless,

Wondering where her power had gone.

She kept staring at her fingertips, becoming more of a mess,

Missing her universe's sun.

And as she was assured that her life had no meaning,

Something inside her started to glow.

She immediately noticed the light beaming,

And the words took her away before she could know.

She was the goddess of the world she had invented,

All thanks to a pen and a thought.

Someone would hate her for that, but she never repented,

Because being a goddess helped her find what she sought.