Overpowered

Defenseless,
She huddles
Beneath
An oak tree

Intimidated,
By its towering presence
Dwarfed,
By its power

She cannot see

Past its tangled branches,
To the possibilities
That lay
A few steps beyond her reach

Nor can she hear

The directions to get there
Through the whistling
Of the merciless
Wind

But she can touch
A hand guiding her
Over the scraggly roots

And she can feel
a hand catching her
When she stumbles

And in this way
She can step past
The towering oak,
Into possibilities
She never thought possible





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above said...
Jan. 13, 2012 at 3:27 pm
wow, this is nice. i like the last two stanzas alot! :D
 
Labradorian This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 13, 2012 at 3:43 pm
Thank you! I really appreciate the comment!
 
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