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The shrill waves of a French horn thrust me out of my gentle sleep,
Signaling me to start my day once again.
My hands flow through chores without question or concern,
As if they have a mind of their own.
Next, my feet drag my wilting body outside,
While my eyes open up to the sunlight,
My ears grasp the sound of awakening birds,
My nose captures sweet pine and morning dew.
But I,
I just make it to tomorrow.

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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Ivieb said...
today at 7:53 pm
Being Inprisioned in my own thoughts is the only difference between my understanding of this. I can relate, entirely but my personal chains hold me and not a physical bar. Very nice work.
 
Theraforever said...
Feb. 8, 2015 at 5:21 pm
The last line... on point. :)
 
Brittany=) said...
Jul. 26, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Woah, I really enjoyed this poem.
 
HayWire This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 7, 2009 at 3:19 pm
wow. thats amazing. melonchaly sweet.
 
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