October 4, 2012
Sometimes I feel like running barefoot at night
I feel like I can't hold in happiness
I let it out in spurts of giggles
I go up and down the sidewalk
Feeling free
Fear is pushed to the back of my mind
I take in all that's around me
I see all for what it is
I don't get run down but built up
It seems so insignificant
But really
I am learning something deep about life
That only a few people do

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Zithia This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 5:14 pm
I absoluetly love the rhythm of this poem and the pattern in the syntax.  I feel like describing running as free is a bit of a cliche, though.  Try to come up with another adjective.
sadesdd replied...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 7:55 pm
Thank you for your feedback:)
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