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A Childs Fight
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A Childs Fight |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
There were storms, Storms so large, It took all the might not to break the glass that my body lay on. I was young, Without a mask to hide behind, But tried to rise, Like the stars, That seize the night, When the clock hits midnight. I fought the long hallways, The death stares, The girl I once saw, but never knew. I was, Well, Broken, So broken, My mind was trained to cry. If there was light, I knew it was time, Time, Time to go to school, Bare all of the fears on the face of my desk, Without a ruler and pen to sketch. I grew up fast, Where others grew to the sounds of the morning bells. I became something I could be proud of, Something I had conquered, Where others could merely wish they fought the fight I had taken. This was the school I had known, Known for eight years, Where I was once a lost child, Chasing smiles without living the inside of my own grief. I no longer know them, But my demise, Was self inflicted, So much so, That the tears I shed, Rolled so slowly, Winter snowed for years on end. I fought the fight, I have lived to tell, Now I must rejoice, As my life will be my ultimate tale. [This message has been edited by Tomer (03-17-2007 08:04 PM).] |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
"That the tears I shed, Rolled so slowly, Winter snowed for years on end." A very poignant read, this descriptive piercing piece touched me. And as a reader I was relieved by the uplifting ending. always seeking joy, adventure and romance and wishing you find the same |
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