In winters cold I walk alone
The search that drives me forward
Gray skys above and clouds blow on
The creak, the crack of crunching snow
My heart is cold and so alone
I stand, myself a woman child
Sent to take on the world so unprepared
My guts and grit they hold me strong
I search alone on cold dark nights
My panic pushes me onward
The fear, the craze , the unknown
I move forward, I don't know where else to go
Questions asked, to cold dark hearts
The pain and blood, the fear
Can't see, can't move, can't hear
The blood and pain are all around me
I pull myself up, I stand alone
Look the fear, and pain, and anger in the eye
I cry, teardrops bring me relief, yet more pain
I won't give up, I won't give in, I won't be like them
Cold and dark, can's see, winding road
A forest far from home
A cold dark pond covered in ice
My downfall is my saving grace
HI Carli,
ReplyDeleteFirst off, Awesome poem. you must be a gifted poet, as i cannot write any kind of poem unless i really try. I think that you've grasped the theme of the book perfectly in your poem. The images painted in my mind from reading it, give me a sence of exactaly what i think the author wanted us to see in the book. "the creak, the crack of the snow" was especially powerful as i have heard those sounds under my footsteps many times in the snow.
Great job.
John
Hello Cowgirl,
ReplyDeleteQuite a few people chose to write poems. I really liked yours. I feel you did a good job capturing Ree's spirit.
Dean