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Reflection/Poem

8/18/2020

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By: Chris Rhodes, 7th Grade
 
Where should I start, I lost myself I was confused who am I?
I lived my life following the standard the normal life 
Go to college, get a job, get married, retire and then die
I lost my ability to socialize because of the risk
I lost my sense of understanding
I lost my chance
 
In all the pain I woke up every day to a dream
Of being tied to a train track and a menacing laugh 
My life flashing before my eyes
In a sense I lost my innocence
Life was gone in an instance
With a slouched stance 
The words dance 
Chance
 
I’ve came to the light given my worries back to the devil
I put beside me
No longer shall I fear
The lord in his name I will look upon
No longer suffering I dance free in the sky blue pond
Given wings to fly
But at the cost to die
If I died today, you'll turn the fires on
I’m afraid to be cooked and fried
And marinated and dipped into the wine dine of suffering
 
Today I move on 
Put my sick ways behind me
No longer to have to abide by a hand
But to offer my hand
In hopes of reaching the goal the end 
Judgement in its final hand
 
Even though it’s not guaranteed 
I’ll risk it
I believe.
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