tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78467133428839658092011-10-28T21:09:09.131-07:00Autumn Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03721288892092573796noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846713342883965809.post-8419909096620959462011-09-23T17:20:00.000-07:002011-09-23T17:23:51.343-07:00<div>Ok so before you read this, things are not NEARLY this bad in my life but i know people who's lives really are like this. If you're reading this and your life is like this or you know someone who's is, this poem is dedicated to all of you. Stay strong, things will get better.</div><div><br /></div>I enter the ring<br /><div>The match is about to start</div><div>I sit in my corner</div><div>My mom is doing her part</div><div><br /></div><div>I put on my gloves</div><div>I stare at her face</div><div>I can see it in her eyes</div><div>She knows this isn't my place</div><div><br /></div><div>Staring across the mat</div><div>I can see my sister now&nbsp;</div><div>Dad's telling her all the moves</div><div>Her head's hung in a bow</div><div><br /></div><div>We don't want this fight</div><div>We're not the ones who started it</div><div>But we know we have no choice</div><div>We were born a part of it</div><div><br /></div><div>DING DING</div><div>The starting bell has rung</div><div>We both get up slowly</div><div>At our sides our arms are hung</div><div><br /></div><div>We throw a couple punches</div><div>But never meant to harm</div><div>We dance around each other</div><div>With our undying charm</div><div><br /></div><div>I just can't do this</div><div>And I know she feels the same</div><div>Then "DING" the round ends</div><div>What are the rules to this game?</div><div><br /></div><div>We retreat to our corners</div><div>And listen to the coach</div><div>"This is no team" I say</div><div>"And i refuse to approach"</div><div><br /></div><div>Thats when it happens</div><div>The coaches confrontation</div><div>They walk out to the mat</div><div>Without any appreciation</div><div><br /></div><div>I turn to my sister</div><div>And she looks back at me</div><div>This is what we've been waiting for</div><div>Will we finally be let free?!</div><div><br /></div><div>But then we realize what we started</div><div>This is never gonna end</div><div>We'll hear this fighting forever</div><div>And we know we can't pretend</div><div><br /></div><div>Things won't be the same</div><div>Maybe not for a while</div><div>But at least its not our battle</div><div>And we won't live in denial</div><div><br /></div><div>-Autumn Light</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7846713342883965809-841990909662095946?l=autumn-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Autumn Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03721288892092573796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846713342883965809.post-1686678902715886642011-09-23T16:25:00.000-07:002011-09-23T16:25:02.738-07:00I wrote this for a friend going through a hard time about a year ago, so here you go:<div><br /></div><div>When sudden sadness overcomes</div><div>I feel an intense rush</div><div>To sink right on back</div><div>To my old harmful ways</div><div><br /></div><div>But I refuse to be bound</div><div>By my horrific memories</div><div>Buy I can't block out the sound</div><div>Of danger banging at my door</div><div><br /></div><div>What I am is terrified</div><div>But of only myself</div><div>Is it even possible</div><div>To cause so much damage to oneself?</div><div><br /></div><div>See me, and see my sword</div><div>But use it I shall no longer</div><div>Because now I am strong</div><div>In all my mind, body, and soul</div><div><br /></div><div>-Autumn Light</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7846713342883965809-168667890271588664?l=autumn-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Autumn Lighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03721288892092573796noreply@blogger.com0