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

September 17, 2009
The world is a river, it pushes me back
fighting forever in an upstream battle
Every day a struggle, a migration through
the current, forcing myself along.

I fight when the snow nips my bare heels
melts into my sleeves, down to my elbow
The icy wind turns my fingers to plaster
I push through when my car becomes
A blocky shape of Styrofoam,

I struggle with low vision, no traction.
sliding and skidding, when
stopping’s not a defense but a
carefully calculated counterattack
Cold wetness creeps from the hem of my pants,
A beast crawling slowly to steal all my warmth.

I push when I want to curl into a ball
And I shake, want to stop, to go home
When the water seeps into my mind
trying to take control of me, make me
give up. The water, the snow, the pool
push me back, they break me down,
but I swim on.

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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DisortientedIdentity said...
Oct. 7, 2009 at 4:35 pm
This poem is truly very well written; It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Jane P. said...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 1:02 pm
That was really well written. The imagery kept me captivated.
It felt almost meloncholy, but in a good way.
Loved it, in short!
Kumang said...
Sept. 19, 2009 at 5:46 am
i like this poem.. its good. usually i like poems that rhymes but this is really good...
Mr.Trex said...
Sept. 18, 2009 at 3:20 am
nice, very nice
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