By: Miranda Renee
I step out into the open,
Where the sky looks heavy with rain,
I walk across the soft grass,
And I feel the dampness touch my face,
I've been treading softly,
My foot steps were never shown,
I've been mending to harshly,
In the thickets with all the over grown,
I place my hands against the leaves,
I imagine I swish and sway with the trees,
I'm billowing outward, into the breeze.
The hand of the clock slowly ticks for me to change,
But I know, some things will always remain the same.
I'm just trying to get by it one day.
I'm just trying to take one more step forward.
I visualize a shooting star,
And I fall......