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I, Snow This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I like to watch the snow fall
Upon the trees
so slowly
Dancing in the breeze.

I should have been more like snow
But I was a brick
Solid and strong
And that's all right
Until the brick is picked up
And tossed into the air

Bricks don't fly;
They fall
So I fell
Down, down, down
And it felt like a thousand feet
The ground stood up to meet me,
There I shattered

Some pieces were lost,
I doubt I'll ever find them again
I don't mind;
I'll never be the same again
But in some ways,
I am better.

Now, I remember
Why I breathe every breath as if it could be
The Last;
Every breath could be the last
And
Now, I can be like snow

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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