The Sunshine of War

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Lite Creative

Submitted: July 22, 2016

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Sitting in a field,

With no worries,

Is a young girl,

Who wishes to fly.

 

She lifts her face,

To absorb the warmth,

That the sunshine offers,

On a warm sunny day.

 

She stands to her feet,

Arms stretched out to the side of her,

Waiting for the right moment,

When her wings won't be clipped.

 

The girl looks over her shoulder,

She sees a torn neighborhood,

A dysfunctional family,

She turns away.

 

She runs through the field,

Her worries behind her for the moment,

She chooses to feel nothing,

Nothing except the touch of the grass.

 

She runs until she can't anymore,

She looks and sees nothing,

The field is empty,

Except her and her imagination.

 

So she goes to work,

To start feeling better,

With nothing to bother her,

She is as relaxed as can be. 

 

Planes fly by overhead,

Her stomach fills with regret,

She runs for home,

With thought of family in her head.

 

The impacts start small,

Then they increase greatly,

They went on and on,

They felt almost never ending.

 

The girl stood in the pile of rubble,

The she once called a house,

She looked around at death,

And felt like a small mouse.

 

The pilot of the bomber saw her,

He pressed the button to release death,

And then sped off,

To avoid the dread that followed.

 

The girl looked up,

She saw the movement in the sky,

She thought about her family,

She lifted her arms, closed her eyes,

There was a flash of light,

And then she learned to fly.


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