I wrote this little ditty for an English project today. Whipped it out in 10 minutes. Had to think of the situation first. That took a minute or two. After that, it was a breeze. The idea was to talk about a situation in my life that had started off as bad, but had turned into something good. Soooooooooooooo... Behold my gorgeous words.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Morgan. Morgan was the kind of girl who was disliked by many people, simply because she was quiet and different from their perception of normality, and they were closed-minded and silly. There was a condensed group of people such as these in a youth group near Morgan. Her sister was also an outsider of sorts, but was still somewhat a part of them, even though she disagreed with the way that they thought.
One day, this group decided to take a trip to a far off place. It was a place called Charleston, South Carolina. They were going to be little missionaries to the people in this land. Myriah, Morgan’s sister, wanted to go with them, and she wanted Morgan to go as well. Morgan wasn’t so sure that she wanted to be subjected to their disapproval for any length of time, but eventually gave in, agreed to go with them, and paid the money for this voyage.
The trip there was long and hazardous. The van was filled with the sounds of some of the young girls’ voices singing along with the music blaring through their headphones. The youth leader yelled for everyone to be quiet, but no one listened. They made several stops along the way, sometimes at gas stations, and once at McDonald’s. These breaks were a wonderful relief from the torture of being in the van.
When they finally got to this camp, it was not what they had expected. Morgan and Myriah had anticipated being apart from this group of mild [silly heads], but found that they were going to be spending great amounts of “quality time” with them. It was a sad time, this time of realization.
Their spirits were not low for long. Soon, they found other friends at this camp, and began liberating themselves from the group they had come with. They met Chyppe, John, Joey, Tate, and The Philmeister, and it was good. They sang songs together while walking about the camp. They had long conversations, and it was all great fun.
Therefore, even though Morgan and Myriah were stuck with this extremely unattractive group, they made the best of the situation by branching out and finding others to hang out with. This week went from being a terrible time of partial incarceration, to being one of the best weeks they had had in a long while.
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Reality
Plagued by the insecurities brought on by others.
He sees only a tunnel with no outcome.
Never fighting for what is right.
Finding lost causes in every room of his hidden thoughts.
Wanting nothing.
Feeling too much.
Letting the water flood the vessel with only doubt.
Drowning in a sea of forgotten souls.
Screaming with no voice.
Holding on with no hands.
He follows the red, but leads the grey.
He is not, but never to be.
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