Inspired by, written during, and titled in a discussion in English class today, a poem using a walk through the woods as a metaphor for life.
like coming upon a river
following to the sea,
the bank is wide
from many waves
crashing rocks into the side.
the end is not in sight,
"but it must go somewhere,"
you say,
"the water disappears somewhere
at the darkening of the day."
a cliff-top path
lurks to the right
a better path?
surely not,
it has nowhere to go
climbing by roots and rocks alike
you're injured on the way.
once the top you've reached,
you stand and see a car
on a road that's smoothly paved.
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