I am a person,
Who grieves many things...

Something clogs your throat,
You cannot talk...

Your smile,
Your laughter...

All of this talk,
About surviving...

She walked along the corridor. Her many books...
She gasped and woke up with a start. Breathing...

I sit outside,
And I take a hall...

I just wrote this one today as promised! To be...
I stand up straight...

Christmas time is here!
As well as the christmas cheer...

(I wrote this when i was 11 years old in grade six...
Walking through the woods i saw...

At this moment,
Someones crying...