If I ever craved recognition

It was never without the fear of distortion

I could never quite remember her face

Except for the quiet hum of her sleeping eyelids

Wherever lay the dreaming form

there was never peace in her aftermath

We walked through mud and childhood

Barefoot, tiny hands clasped tightly

A flood town cradling the very spirit of us

Could not alone withstand the shake and stomp

of the creatures in our heads

So the floodgates will open

So let us be released

Olivia Sica

Age 14, Grade 9

Kutztown Area High School

Kutztown Area School District