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March 14, 2018
By Bibith BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
Bibith BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
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I felt small

The world was bullying me

They were hungry to talk

Frantic to talk 

Dreadful talk

All to me

They were like the work of an evil child

I felt unwanted

It went a thousand miles in every direction

Dangerous was the talk desolate was me

Dying was what I felt


And then I talked to him

He felt my reluctance 

He was friendlier

He gave me his good and dug out my bad

He knew how to help


The beads and drops of colored fires

Turned into ice that is as bright and clear as a crystal

I thought differently

The sun angled in a direction that I could understand

The world wasn’t bullying me

I was bullying me

I didn’t talk I kept it in

And now I talked to him

I told him everything

I began to believe everything can be beautiful

Because of him 

Everything is good

Because of him 

The author's comments:

This is a found poem with the words from the excerpt Travels With Charley by John Steinbeck and words from the short story, A Toast to the Oldest Inhabitant: The Weather of New England by Mark Twain.

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