ups and downs
the in betweens
don't give up on those dreams.
chase them like they're fireflies
and you're a child
a summer night.
ups and downs
the in betweens
ride life's roller coaster
enjoy the screams.

Despite what she has seen,
still her hair shone no silver.
Even though her throat has been sore from screaming,
still there is the silk of youth in her voice.
After all of the reasons you gave her to not trust,
still her eyes gleam with naive belief and forgiving.
She is Youth
but her life has forced her
into Maturity's cloak.

People need to realize that
their words sting almost as badly
as the salt in one's tears.
Quickly before "sting" becomes past tense.

My stripped body greeted the hot water that it had so desperately craved with a snarl.
My lungs hissed and heaved, struggling under the weight of the steam, or maybe they struggled because of the other invisible weights on my chest.

But still, as all of this happened, my body relaxed its familiar tense appearance.
Because for a moment, it was hiding from the dead cold that resided outside.