Ariel, Grizzly Hill, 8th grade

Dear you,

We share the same feeling, hope of living another day.
The hope to be free
like a bird to fly to our dreams.
We share the same anger, a twisting, turning hole
in our heads, dark and wet, alone.
Alone with no love, no home, no hearth to sleep by.
Completely alone, like a little stone
on the surface of the sand.

We share the same smells,
drops of rain falling on our faces,
the smell of the world
fills us up and awakens our senses.