These Simple Rights

Why do I return?
Because it's routine.
It's order.
I need order.

If I strayed, I would be found.
If I ran, too far to be followed,
I'd be free.
A free person, but one that had been changed.
I am different.
I am scarred.
I am broken.

Is there a way that,
Among the shattered shrewds of what remains,
I could be improved?
Even fixed?
Glue together the pieces I have,
Fill in the spaces left empty.

I'll make a new routine,
Adjust like I had before.
An adaptment to life.
To love with no hate.
To stay, with no regrets.

These simple things,
These obvious rights,
I need then back.

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The_Introspect_Ninja said...
Dec. 13, 2012 at 12:34 pm
I love it very much, it reminds me in a way of my own style. I like all of the adjectives, and you're in no danger of it being cliche. Keep up the good work! I'll be looking at your other pieces in the future.
kineretgirl2 replied...
Dec. 13, 2012 at 4:25 pm
Thank you so much!! I have about 11 poems already on Teen Ink.
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