The following poem won second place in the Live Oak Public Libraries Young Writer's contest college category.
My fear is
Feeling that way
But not knowing what to say
A kite that lost a tree’s fight
A stashed and torn up love note
A paper boat filled with marbles
Sinking in the waters of what if.
My Fear
Keeps a diary with shackles
Promises to make me whole,
Never knows where to go,
So he hides in places like hearts
And aisles of Wal-Mart.
I ask, his answer is no.
My Fear is
Wearing on this Converse sole
My fear is running out of time.
Reaching, reaching, reaching
The top branch and forgetting how to climb
So I carved you this backyard valentine.
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