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SoccerLuvver
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I have to turn it in (its a project), so please, any suggestions what so ever are strongly appreciated. I know its slightly long, so thank oyu for your time. Oh, and I am in 8th grade.
Moving On
She fell to her knees,
Put her face in her hands,
And tried to stop the tears from flowing.
She tried to keep her fears from showing,
But her attempts were a tease.
She hadn’t been back in that place
Since she long ago moved her home.
But it was not distance that kept her away,
So why didn’t she go today?
Pointless, she decided, it would be a waste.
Yet still, some part of her knew she had to go back,
For it was a part of her. Without it,
Without that place, that ease of mind,
She was like a book without a bind:
Whole, yet scattered. There, yet not.
She had let her life fall apart,
Pieces and pages fluttering about.
Not visible to the average eye,
But obvious to those her knew her by and by.
Things were wrong, deep in her heart.
Suddenly the wind screamed and clouds rolled over, letting by no light.
Boom! Rain raged down on her, she leaned back and yelled, mournful.
But still she did not leave.
For no longer her heart could she deceive,
She was going back there tonight.
No! you can’t go back she yelled aloud,
But a part of her, growing stronger by the second, challenged
Why not?
Ashamed, she acknowledged the reason she dared yet thought:
Out of fear, that’s why she said, unproud.
Fear of what once was, of what was now.
Fear she hated to admit but could lie of no longer.
Fear of the future, of letting go the past.
She let wonders what never would have been stop her fast.
It’s time to move on, and there, silently, she made a vow.
She closed her eyes and let herself think.
About things of now and other things lost.
For the first time in a long time, for hours, she really thought.
Surprising to her, she liked the things it brought.
And then and there, something changed.
For the memories brought back were good, not bad.
She wasn’t remorseful, upset, or regretful.
Instead slightly awed, for why had she done this? Why had she hid?
She’d blow in out of proportion, for she was still the same kid.
So the time and place had changed, but she had not. And for this, she was glad.
And quickly the skies cleared, and she looked out.
The sight she saw was beautiful, a good omen, she concluded.
A rainbow spread across land so high,
And the sun was sinking down in the sky.
Smiling, truly pleased, she got up and out of joy, started to shout.
For she was back, all bound together.
She let her mind and self be one, no longer unsettled with the past.
Easy as that, she was back, at last.
Moving On
She fell to her knees,
Put her face in her hands,
And tried to stop the tears from flowing.
She tried to keep her fears from showing,
But her attempts were a tease.
She hadn’t been back in that place
Since she long ago moved her home.
But it was not distance that kept her away,
So why didn’t she go today?
Pointless, she decided, it would be a waste.
Yet still, some part of her knew she had to go back,
For it was a part of her. Without it,
Without that place, that ease of mind,
She was like a book without a bind:
Whole, yet scattered. There, yet not.
She had let her life fall apart,
Pieces and pages fluttering about.
Not visible to the average eye,
But obvious to those her knew her by and by.
Things were wrong, deep in her heart.
Suddenly the wind screamed and clouds rolled over, letting by no light.
Boom! Rain raged down on her, she leaned back and yelled, mournful.
But still she did not leave.
For no longer her heart could she deceive,
She was going back there tonight.
No! you can’t go back she yelled aloud,
But a part of her, growing stronger by the second, challenged
Why not?
Ashamed, she acknowledged the reason she dared yet thought:
Out of fear, that’s why she said, unproud.
Fear of what once was, of what was now.
Fear she hated to admit but could lie of no longer.
Fear of the future, of letting go the past.
She let wonders what never would have been stop her fast.
It’s time to move on, and there, silently, she made a vow.
She closed her eyes and let herself think.
About things of now and other things lost.
For the first time in a long time, for hours, she really thought.
Surprising to her, she liked the things it brought.
And then and there, something changed.
For the memories brought back were good, not bad.
She wasn’t remorseful, upset, or regretful.
Instead slightly awed, for why had she done this? Why had she hid?
She’d blow in out of proportion, for she was still the same kid.
So the time and place had changed, but she had not. And for this, she was glad.
And quickly the skies cleared, and she looked out.
The sight she saw was beautiful, a good omen, she concluded.
A rainbow spread across land so high,
And the sun was sinking down in the sky.
Smiling, truly pleased, she got up and out of joy, started to shout.
For she was back, all bound together.
She let her mind and self be one, no longer unsettled with the past.
Easy as that, she was back, at last.