April 4, 2012
The rush and torrents close in.
A safety net is thrown from above.
Waves crash and pound,
way over my head.
Still I don't reach out
or take hold.
I murmur.
My choice.
My life.
My wrongdoing.
Always ignoring.
Wanting, but not grasping.
Never grasping.
As the torrents close in
I reach out a hand.

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walternash3 said...
Jul. 23, 2012 at 8:31 pm
this is really good! keep writing, Dani!
torilutz8 said...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 4:46 pm
Love it. Keep up the good work. :)
hippiechick99 replied...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 7:46 pm

Thank you!!


Joshua. said...
Apr. 13, 2012 at 11:02 am
I really like reading your work Hippiechick!
hippiechick99 replied...
Apr. 13, 2012 at 5:34 pm
Thanks, I really appreciate all the feedback :))
Scribbler-of-Dreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 12, 2012 at 1:29 pm
Simpleand so beautiful. Only words to describe it..
Nemaidez said...
Apr. 4, 2012 at 9:00 pm
This isn't as kindred 2 me as the last one but I can feel a meaning in it.
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