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

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   Salvation

The stars were too far, the barbed wire
     too threatening.
A swastika chained her dreams
     behind her back.
Her once clear-cut goals were now
      only rough-edged glass
which shattered, in synch with her heart,
      teeming with hate and longing for love.
Daily soup rations told a story of freedom,
but registered only the image of death.
Her soul drifted away to the sea,
      free rolling, escaping under the cool night
      awning of stars.
To reach a star was a journey
      to another world, another life ...

Her hopes were burned to ashes
      by the hand of the accuser, his face
      a blank window pane under a leaden helmet
Her soul fled away - to the stars
And she reached her salvation.

by S. P., Weston, 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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