by Bechorah, Age 12 , Grade 7, Easton Middle School, Easton, MD USA
She is trapped in her thoughts,
Like a bird, not free of its cage.
A wild essence shaking
Beneath the shambles visible,
To the naked eye.
She’s kept her sanity long enough,
Controlled the madness,
Standing between her good and evil,
And keeping distance from the insane.
It keeps the peace between her and her musing,
Just waiting to fly away.
So maybe one day,
While lost in deep thought,
She can release her wings,
And drop the weight pulling her back down to the ground…