Inner War
Surrounded by constant worry.
Becoming alone or to be judged.
What will happen today?
I wonder, thoughts racing
Like a missile headed toward a destination,
And then it hits me.
We are all alone in this world,
We always will be.
A constant battle against anxiety.
Why can’t things go back,
To what they used to be?
When will this war end
So I can have my peace of mind
Given back to me.
- Bailey Martin
At First i began going up to strangers and asking if they would like to read my poem and then I would snag a photo of them. After a while i realized that what i was doing was inefficient, so decided to change it up and place my poem around campus. hoping that i would reach more people, i placed my poem in highly visible areas that had a lot of traffic.
I believe I reached approximately thirty to forty people around Vancouver.
