Around and around,
Plunging downward,
Soaring.
Floating,
Just for a moment.
A bird,
Lost in ecstasy,
Unaware of the coming end.
Slowing, drifting down,
We stop.
Feet echo as they drop,
To the hard confines of the ground.
Walking away,
The ride starts again,
Without me.
Posted in response to the challenge Carnival.
Middle school is a horrible place
Many watch themselves
Compare to others
Lie to fit in
No one wants to be the only one
No one wants to stand out
No one wants to do the right thing
During the holidays
I find the most joy in
Baking cookies
Knowing that my family will smile when they try them
Making and buying presents
Knowing that my family will smile when they open them
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