Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Spots before my eyes

If society is a web,
Then who is the spider?
A bird is pushed out of the nest 
To be consumed by the world
Am I to become that bird?
That fledgling bird who feels the wind with it's wingtips for a short time until the ground is realized before it
Or will the earth accept it?
Will it forget to fall?

3 comments:

  1. Use your blog and post more of this stuff on Teen Ink!

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  2. (I will post it on teenink as soon as I figure out how to copy and paste on my laptop, or when I next get on the family computer :] )

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