#27: The Eldest Child

| November 27, 2011 | 0 Comments

She cut her long hair so that she can fight.

She ran with her siblings through dead, quiet night.

She rescued her sisters, she says she’s done well.

She can hunt, she can fish, in Nature’s cold hell.

She did what she had to so they would survive.

And nightly she weeps for the things left behind.

But when the day breaks and she feels dawn’s breath,

She knows now’s the time for looking ahead.

 

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Just a young whippersnapper who's interested in writing. >..<" I do a bit of poetry, and sometimes I write short stories when I have time.

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