Finding Myself

Whispers being forced into my ears.
Words rushing to my brain.
The power of pressure taking over my heart.
The confusion squeezing my soul.
Sitting on the top of the fence.
Deciding which way to go.
There’s a big group telling me to come over.
But my heart is over on the other side.
The cheerfulness and the happiness grabbing my attention.
As I bring my legs around over the fence.
My heart is screaming my name.
Mom standing there waiting for me to choose.
Faster faster faster.
As I jump to one side.
My shirt got stuck.

Now all over again 


  1. I feel bad because you don't know which way to choose. But I bet you choose your heart.


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