Reid@YWP

There is a light, 

one small glimmer. 

It flickers like the flames, 

fighting the darkness. 

Dim, 

you are an ocean, 

a transparent abyss of blue 

that could swallow someone whole,  

waves battering against thick grains of sand. 

you are a battlefield, 

I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again. 

I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand 

and feeling the wind whipping at my face, 

turning the tip of my nose pink, 

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer