Isolation, seclusion, loneliness, chilled to the bone
Find my refuge in feelings not shown
Small shelter, when the winds of life moan
I crawl between the letters within this page
Tears and cries buried under the happy girl on stage
Things no longer under her control to assuage
Periods, commas, all meaning much more
Each word containing life to restore
Watching the tide go in and out off shore
Release the dam of my soul
Pulling myself out of this self-dug hole
Find my refuge in feelings not shown
Small shelter, when the winds of life moan
I crawl between the letters within this page
Tears and cries buried under the happy girl on stage
Things no longer under her control to assuage
Periods, commas, all meaning much more
Each word containing life to restore
Watching the tide go in and out off shore
Release the dam of my soul
Pulling myself out of this self-dug hole
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.





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