The Birth Of A Druid This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   I glance quickly back

(a check)

Is my house still there?

(the link)

I am human - I live back there

(torn, tormented)

Between two worlds I am pulled

(undecided, fretful)

My house lies in the other

(wild and free)

I pause and breathe softly

My mother calls me

(breakfast - pancakes)

And her yell echoes through

the forest - a retort, a taunt

(wild and free)

I must choose

My friend will not wait

(already I lag far behind)

(too far?)

I panic - he cannot be long gone

(will I find him again)

Mother calls me once more

(English Breakfast Tea)

I am torn

And with calm assurance I decide

what my path will be:

...

one direction or the other

(can't I have both?)

But I know neither will wait,

And neither will come to me

And I must choose my destiny

Now, before both escape

and I am left

(stranded and alone)

(without direction)

(perhaps it is too late already)

And I turn slowly

and

my foot

slowly,

cautiously,

fearfully,

regretfully,

steps in the direction

that my home lies in

and I follow my mentor

into my world

and I follow the chickadee further into the forest.

Home




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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