I used to run outside.
I used to let my hair fly free
And my shoes get caked with dirt
I used to trip and fall
Covered in mud
And get back up again
Laughing.
I used to find the good in everything
Because I was a little girl.
I used to believe I was a fairy
Because who doesn’t want a little more good.
But now the dirt won’t get off of my shoes
No matter how hard I brush it.
And when I trip and fall
It’s hard to get up again.
Unscarred.
As you get older,
You get ties
Loyalties lie.
I laugh when I think about being a fairy.
But envy the time when I thought I was one.
Because now the little bits of good
Seem a little harder to reach.
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and Under - Prewrite Heaven 2 by Amunet Wolfbane.
300 points, ended December 7, 2007, 17 entries
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I love the "real" emotions of this piece. They are easy to relate to and move right in with the flow of life. One thing I would recommend is tightening up the flow a little, but overall I found this to be wonderful. Great job!
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