It's ironic how happy-go-lucky days can be turned around to being one of the worst of your life. This is something I had written one very reflective night.
She sat in the dark,weeping silently,
Except the moonbeam shining through the window brightly,
Lies, not worth the tears, left unexplained,
And incomprehensible pleasure in pain!
The pressure mounted, the cuts deepened,
A forgiveness was all that would erase her pain.
A genuine apology.
The innocence of words.
Were taken for granted, leaving her hurt.
A desire to be strong, a desire to be brave,
The want to put wrong to right, and not be naive,
She took charge of her feelings and emotions,
Put the pieces together, and ended the commotion!
The result of hard work seemed to be sweet,
The fruits of courage are never bleak.
Rising and falling, like the stormy waves,
A boat about to topple, had finally sailed!Well, I guess this is indeed the beauty of innocence. Being stuck somewhere in the middle, somewhere between knowing what's right and being driven by your emotions.
Well, and that's how this teen feels!
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