Sunday, January 6, 2013


A poem I wrote when I was eleven or twelve.

Cliffs on either side
Backed against the hill
I can’t climb with stilts
Nowhere to go
But forward.

Heart hammering away
Lungs out of air
Nerves slowly being pulverized
Nothing to do
But fall.

Don’t want to see
Brave that brief shard of fear
That pierces my mind
But I have
To know.

Don’t want to breathe
The blueness of ice
Flooding my soul
But I will
To live. 

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