Emerald Walker
Stories (3/0)
"Nine month's of creating life"
Month 1: The day comes you find out you're going to be a mother. Its like a lightning bolt across the sky, the fear of being a bad mother, the rain pouring down, which is also tears rolling down your face, the rainbow after the storm, the excitement of becoming a mother, the sound of thunder, the worrisome of every little thing that could possibly go wrong. You know everything will be absolutely fine deep down but its a scary and emotional time, but you smile and know the day was coming and you are filled with joy and love.
By Emerald Walker3 years ago in Families
"I Wonder"
Some days I wake and I wonder is today the day, is today the day I stand at the end of time, is the earth going to rattle into a million pieces, are the oceans going to wither beneath, is the time going to just freeze, are memories just going to vanish, are fields going to ignite into thin air, are flying insects and birds just going to fall to the ground. Some nights I try to fall asleep and I have a million thoughts as if the sun never rises again, the clouds just hover into the sky, as if the stars are never going to scintillate anymore, as if the moon goes down and thats the end of time. What if it was and all of this was just gone?
By Emerald Walker3 years ago in Poets
"The color green"
The color green as beautiful as an Emerald, the color green is as precious as my eyes , the color green is as glaring as my hair, the color green can be as dark as my anger, the color green is as bright as my happiness, the color green is as tough as my personality, the color green as shatter proof as my heart, the color green is as shiny as my skin is, the color green is as curved and edged as i am the color green is as pure as the soul inside of me and the color green is just as unique as me.
By Emerald Walker3 years ago in Poets