November 24, 2011
My life is like an ever changing stream.

I have gone through three states, seven cites, 13 homes.

I have left behind the best of friendships, and the worst.
I break down walls with my steady might. I get trapped by garbage that lies in my path, but I push through.

I gurgle, and splash, down mountains happy to be free.

I flex over logs, which once were mighty trees.
I let nothing stop me as I rush into the mighty river, following it every move.

Only to be cut off and move back into a stream.
People step on my back so they may reach the mountain.

Parts of me go in different directions, making me lost and confused, which path?
Until I come back together, and fall of a cliff’s edge. But I pick myself up, to stop in a serene lake and maybe stay a while?

I am a stream…….

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WhittyKitty This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 12, 2011 at 11:10 am
This was very good and a great metaphor but I think it could have done without the first four lines. They just don't seem to be very important or as strong as the rest of the poem. They just didn't flow together very well. Great job though! Four stars!
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