Scraping against the grain

March 29, 2009
By Nicole Greenwalt BRONZE, Grand Island, Nebraska
Nicole Greenwalt BRONZE, Grand Island, Nebraska
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Scraping against the grain
I breathe my way, never in shame
A beacon of all things certain
The picture without a frame

Fighting the currents pulling me under
A struggle to take heed
Within a sea of empty futures I plunder
When will I succeed?

The uneven ground I stand on
He grasps with a mighty grace
Green eyes of vigor withdrawn
A fortitude I will trace

One voice in a crowd, an aim to be heard
Refusing the acceptance of a future deferred.

The author's comments:
I wrote this sonnet for my english class. It's how I feel about my future and dreams,(to become a writer)my nature and individuality,
and the one person who has helped through all my struggles.

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