Lost Weaponery

by Tiffany Watson   Jun 17, 2004


With a sword in my hand, my life is a battle, that's impossible to win.

The enemies are all who never saw me on the inside where pain flows deep and shall never be released.

A boulder stuck inside, ready to explode. I'm an army of one but somehow with all time my army grows.

Soldiers help me move the boulder inside. My pain released, I no longer cry silent tears on the inside.

By: Tiffany Culbertson
Age:14

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