Jaidyn McCallop
To Die by Cecilia Meireles I die from all what the world contains: from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived. And die with myself, just with loving and yet desperate memories. I die in full agony for not feeling within beginning or end. I die, and the circle stays, round, closed. Inside I am everything and nothing. https://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/to-die-cecilia-meireles-poems/ https://www.google.com/search?site=imghp&tbm=isch&q=stress&tbs=sur:fmc&safe=active&ssui=on#imgdii=OQnKLF3wSd_mCM:&imgrc=6MKLfsHcwv5hnM: https://www.google.com/search?site=imghp&tbm=isch&q=dying%20flower&tbs=sur:fmc&safe=active&ssui=on#imgdii=V5HCyJNdaGRvYM:&imgrc=9curVtFJCN-GCM: This photo is of a dying flower that still seems to be "alive" in the center. This connects to the poem because it represents how the speaker felt like a part of them was dying and how inside they are "everything and no