Written by Destiny Bergeron
They say in the early stages
The Earth was a fireball of lava.
Spinning 200x faster
Completely inhabitable
Until a dwarf planet Named Thia
Smashed into the top of the Earth
The impact almost stopped the planet
We would have turned to stone
But Earth survived
Becoming stronger
With every meteor strike
Absorbing all the ingredients
the solar system had to offer
Creating a universe of life
The first were sponge-like
organisms
That thrived on
photosynthesis
Now we are intelligent beings
Capable of everything
From love to devastation
We are a blink in the Earths existence
it has experienced
So much more than
we can comprehend
Who knows if we’ll ever get
the chance again
I know I’m not scared for our planet
I’m scared of what happens
When our planet
decides to make it right again
If we’re the problem
Than We have no chance
Our world will come to an end
Life will continue without us
Like it always has before us
We are not the end or the beginning
We are just human
We have to right our wrongs
Before the choice is no longer ours
Worded Warrior 
God is in this somewhere
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Beautiful poetry here…I enjoyed reading your work.
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Thank you for liking!!!!!
this poem is my absolute favorite
and I love!!!! When it resonates with someone gives the words real purpose
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We poets live a lonesome life. Very few people read our work. For me poetry follows me around. It’s always taken up a lot of my life since childhood..Bugging me to write it down. There is no payment other than comments. But still I write them down.
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I can still recite stuff I wrote in 7th grade and I’m almost forty. I never knew why the words jus pour out. If it wasn’t for WordPress they’d be in a box under my bed
Or stuck in Google doc for life.. lol it was scary at first letting my poems free but it’s worth when they can touch someone I don’t even know it’s pretty amazing
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Anyone can write a poem but poets have boxes full of them.
I’m 70, I too can recite poetry I wrote as a child. I can recite every rhyming poetry I’ve written off top of my head.
My only advice would be that when a poets words can stand on their own it should be published for others to find and read.
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