Wilderness

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Tears running down her face,

She wishes she could run from her problems as easily as the droplets she feels escaping her eyes.

She feels trapped within a vast wilderness

Nothing but thorns and ash remain.—-

The occasional vulture of fear lurks,

Preying at her with every opportunity.

Her feet stumble over sharp rocks,

Lies.

She thirsts for safety.

For life.

-Julia Grace

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Hey there! My name is Julia. I started writing poetry 3 years ago. I'm in high school right now. I write to cope and express things I don't know how to, or capture moments that may go unnoticed by most. My goal in my writing is like any art: to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. God has given me this gift and I would like to share it :)

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