Steps

Steps

A Poem by Lettie
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I wrote this three years ago in 6th grade and just found it today, so decided to share it with you!!

"
I
go
down
the sad
steep steps
trying to find
myself; trying not
to burst into tears and
cry. Maybe death will reach
me early, who would ever know?
Would people cry, once I was gone,
would people even care? If I live, what
would tomorrow bring, and will I ever be
ready for it? Running away  is always  much
easier, but I know it is not the best choice I can
make. There is always a light in the darkness if you
take the time to look, but I hear the clock ticking as I
almost reach the bottom step. A flash of memories before
my eyes show me the choice I am making is the wrong one, and
I can see the light. Though I know what is next will be harder than the
plan before, one by one I will find myself and walk back up the steps of life.

© 2010 Lettie


Author's Note

Lettie
^^ They are suppose to be steps, though I know they are rather deform.

I wrote this three years ago in six grade, and I got an "A" with a note: "very sensitive." I know it isn't that good but I was eleven when i wrote it and I can remember not even going to write about suicide; the words just kinda came to me in the process. So tell me what you think!!!

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wow, young lady. amazing poem. remarkable to have been written by a sixth grader. though i do see the childish influence in the visual layout of the poem . and i mean childish as a compliment. i love the way its layed out. great great poem


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Added on August 7, 2010
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Lettie
Lettie

Wonderland, WI



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