May 20, 2011
White knuckles gripping the wheel.
Holding your life and your sanity.
Little flakes of hurt,
Powerful from the wind of harsh words spinning in your chest,
Blowing straight at you,
Blinding you,
Scarring your ability to see clearly,
Making tears spring to your eyes.
The blizzard of harmful words.

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NinjaGirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 9:52 pm
This is very metaphorically true and I think we all can relate to it in some way. Good adjectives and use of metaphors. :)
Poetry-Angel replied...
Aug. 23, 2011 at 7:11 am
I love it it is so meaningful keep writing :) you did a good job 
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