The Ledge This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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She sits mindlessly in her chair
Boundaries and fences have crippled Her once-free spirit
He watches her empathetically
While she drowns in such hopeless Monotony
He knows that under her tamed flesh
Is adventure and passion
Much like his own
Yet he leaves her to her silence
He leaves her to her struggle
He leaves her to her shelter
Calm and alone she stands from her Chair
She puts down her pen and
Screams the words that could not Be heard
on paper
She runs away from boundaries
Authority, Society and Cages and
Stands in her solitude on the Ledge of ridged merciless rock
She sees the water raging below And dreams to be a part of it
A part of the wilderness
A part of the savagery
A part of the freedom
Ultimate freedom
But jumping is too easy
Too spontaneous
Too unpredictable
She sits just beyond her fences
Calmly and tamely resisting the Primordial urge that
Had driven so many men to madness

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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