anonymous
2007-06-04 00:40:48 UTC
I am blissful and jubilant.
I wonder what I’ll look like when I’m older.
I hear enchanting, classical orchestral music.
I see light beaming from the heavens above, shining on me.
I want the power to fly and float through the unpolluted air.
I am blissful and jubilant.
I pretend to be a super hero.
I feel the wind whip against my face.
I touch my skin, wishing it was iron.
I worry about the innocent that don’t survive.
I cry when the wicked get away with their evil deeds.
I am blissful and jubilant.
I understand everyone is unique.
I say something without knowing its effect.
I dream of everything being perfect.
I try my best to be perfect.
I hope to be wise.
I am blissful and jubilant.
I'm 13, is this a good enough poem for my age level?