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The aftermath

October 23, 2014
By Sweetly BRONZE, Bay City, Michigan
Sweetly BRONZE, Bay City, Michigan
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The kind of girl who stares at a screen
Singing under her breath
Waiting for the page to change
Because she knows it never ends

Once upon a time
In a world of too many colors
With taint in each one
The girl was swallowed whole

The belly was grey
And slowly turned black
Alone in the darkness
Hiding in the cracks

Of society
That gave her anxiety
Too much variety
Always too short to stand almighty

She knew she was loved
In this world that had beat her up
But here in the beast
She felt as if she had, had enough

Until a sword struck it
Right in the heart
And she climbed out
To see her heroes

The trip home seemed effortless
As if he had done it before
And he smiled as she saw her parents
And was gone after they closed the door

From that day on she learned
We are all strong in our own way
Sometimes we need our heroes
To help dig our path
And light the way
 


The author's comments:

This peice is about my life with hidden meaning woven in it. What I want to accomplish with this writing is to make the reader feel hope.


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