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A Bird
Born in a tree, flightless and helpless.
Needing a mother to feed us and keep us safe.
Months of looking at the older birds that fly next to the clouds
Finally learning to fly, soaring above the trees. -
My Family
My family is like a painted picture,
A picture that has gone through a lot.
The flames of trauma burnt the picture slightly.
My mom being the artist, she created all she could from the paints. -
Accomplished
Writing,
All I want to do is write.
Make the people of this world see the world differently than they have.
Changing the world with just a piece of paper and a pencil.
Writing until I have felt accomplished. -
At The End Of The Rainbow
In the car, I sit..
Looking out the window...
Bored.
Then it started to rain,
I looked at the small raindrops on the window,
They looked so beautiful and perfect... -
Dreams And Nightmares
You sit apon the dreaming clouds,
Waiting to fall asleep...
Although falling asleep runs one small risk,
Having a Nightmare...
Dreams are like light,
While Nightmares are like darkness.
You fall asleep and.... -
The River
The air was cold and the wind blew harshly as we walked along the bridge.
All the paths were slippery from the snow and rain that fell the other day.
We walked some more until we got to a river, we decided to walk across it.