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Climb

I will never be perfect
But trust me, my life is worth it
At times, I can be greedy
Other times, I get needy
I'm not Marilyn Monroe
But I am human though
At my worst, I can see to my best
As my heart thumps in my weakened chest
To my dreams, I reach out
Blocking out the screams of doubt
My feet stumble as I climb
Quickly moving, yet frozen in time
Through my eyes I see haze
Silently regretting my lonely ways
At the top is light
Blinding my weary sight
Until I reach it, I'll never cease
I'm climbing to my simplistic peace




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