Sometimes I look out my window and wonder how the world would be if I never existed.
Would my brother still fight for the TV remote every night?
Would my father still have a strong aura of protectiveness surrounded?
Would my mother still have a eternal shoulder to lean on?
Would my grandparents still look at a little girl with twinkling and excited eyes?
And what about my friends?
Would they ever meet a crazy girl with a crumpled heart
With hopes and journeys flowing through her mind
And cowardliness slithering under her skin?
And my readers: you all,
Would you have a reason to smile every time you read a good post
Or perhaps on the foolishness and fearful mood swings of the author?
Would you cry with her and swim a wave a nostalgia every time she shook?
Would the animals be any unusual?
Would the trees wither and shake their heads
Would the world lack a leader that was never born
Or will I never make a difference?