Ascending

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I didn't really know what to put in here as my first publishing thingy. So I chose a piece of work I did in class, for my teacher. It was supposed to be about the joys and pains of growing up, and adolescence.

Submitted: November 06, 2011

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Warm and loving,

And a soft touch, and clean and happy

And

Security , always  secure.

 

And a hard shove into

A brutal world so

cold and

Harsh and so

Unforgiving.

 

And blood on my knees

That coagulates, and marks where I’ve fallen,

And

And mud on my hands,

And confusion, constant confusion.

 

And it’s like screaming,

Only no one notices, because they’re screaming too.

 

And every rock,

Every stone that cuts my skin,

Makes me crawl a little further,

And as I pass the clouds,

They whisper to me,

As the grey on the stones rubs

My fingers white and chalky.

 

And when I’m on that plateau above the sky,

I can finally stand up,

And make my legs hold me, for they’ve carried me this far.

And then I can stand,

Above the clouds that mocked me,

The falling rocks that drop as I rise,

And I can stand above them,

And laugh.

 

 


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