Blank Ticket

by illegiblewriter

Quick one-shot poem meant to describe what it means to have a "blank ticket" and be your own person. pls rr!

A/n: It's typical enough, nothing much, just something I was writing when I was two seconds from dozing off. Hope it's decent enough for you to enjoy it though. Pls r/r! Blank Ticket

Open your eyes

Let your soul unfold

For within you lays

A tale to be told.

The heart searches

For new life beneath

All the scars and scratches

Made by gnashing teeth.

There are places to hide

But run not

For if you look inside

Nothing else need be sought.

Hold dear your mind

Let no one take it

For to be your own

Is to have a BLANK TICKET.

…

Rem looked down into the vastness of the dark and starry space. She was leaving it behind after a short-lived time there. As her soul floated gracefully above, she closed her eyes and prepared to meet with what her ticket had bought her.