IfI could hold back
the inevitable
and push the
unpredictable out
intothe open ...
If I could swallow
my qualms about fate
and blowbubbles
of spontaneity
from my wand of youth ...
Then I could scream
clear into the night
and let the open
swallow me up whole.
Then Icould shatter
the "windows to the world"
and reinventthem
when my youth says I'm ready.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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