Identity Crisis This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Identity Crisis

Could you be that gangly tree,
Wavering in and out, in a state of dreams,
Swaying softly to meet the breeze
Established in our memories.
Revealing sigh, subdued whispers of secrets told;
Echoing throughout time,
Chiming out for young and old.
Do you remember that one red rose
In a garden made up of all white!
What about that pesky bee
Buzzing busily in the afternoon
Gathering nectar to make its food;
Clueless, naive in its progressions.
I'm Curious.
Have you been watching that humble bird?
Soaring swiftly through a Monday sky
Just living life until it dies,
Nature reaching out to humankind.
But I wonder, do you hear its calling?
Silenced by industrialization, and the environment's destruction.

by P. C., Stoughton, MA


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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