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

May 8, 2009
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Monotony and stress have made an alliance
Against me. They together tug at my arms and legs,
Holding me back from climbing out of the well-worn rut
Of my routine existence.

But why, I ask, why can't I
Spring into the skies,
Slide down the delicate pink rays of the sunrise,
Allow the colorful, dewy sprinkles to cleanse my face?
How I yearn for my hair to be caressed by the wind,
My spirit to coast with the birds.

But maybe I can overpower what overpowers me.
No longer am I restrained in any form.
I am the smoke dispersing from a warm flame,
Drifting in and out, attaching to people's clothing
And spreading like dandelions.
I have become everywhere at once,
Although no scent or image reveals me to your eyes.
I am still here, but I am also distant
And well-traversed.

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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Khaqan A. said...
Jul. 28, 2013 at 4:17 pm
please read and comment on mine; yours is good too
mkh.2010 said...
Jun. 11, 2009 at 3:42 am
wow! that is so beautiful! <3
candacek replied...
Apr. 3, 2010 at 9:25 pm
this is my sister =) shes really god at poetry
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