Along A Star Filled River




Hi, I'm Kristen McCurley and my email is kristenam@hotmail.com I'm 13 and in eighth grade. Here are some of my poems to which (I hope) someone can relate to:

Along a star filled river
Grows Truth and Love; Justice and Pain.
Truth is old and withering,
branches stretching toward me
With cold, frightening fingers.
Love has wilted,
Dead and gone.
Many mourn for love
as the river trickles by, unheeding,
But I plod on my lonely journey.
Justice is still there,
But Justice is weak and sickly.
Many have tried to destroy Justice,
Stepped on it, crushing it.
Pain is strong and healthy,
Black with misery.
Along a star filled river
I sit alone,
I stay alone. I cut down the last shreds of Friendship,
binding me to the real world,
Afraid to love, afraid to care.
Along a star filled river
I hide in my Past
from Friendship and the real world.
Though the past is scary,
it does not frighten me
So much as coming out in the open
And being seen again as an outcast.
Along a star filled river,
many try to approach me,
Try to be friends.
I flinch away and hide deeper in the Past.
Along a star filled river,
Now no one notices me.
I am heeded not and scorned when seen.
They think me strange and messed up,
That I need help.
I agree about needing help,
But am I truly strange?
Along a star filled river
I start to cry,
Mourning past happiness and Myself.
I think of myself as problematic,
Messed up, needing help.
I told my friend...
Friend? Too strong a word perhaps.
Acquaintance. Better.
She insisted I am not messed up,
But for what cause?
Maybe she really cares,
Maybes she sees the Real Me.
I have not seen the Real Me
in a very long time,
Not since elementary school I think.
I've noticed
That maybe my identity is fading away.
Or maybe,
I can only hope for this,
Maybe I am lying to myself.
Just thinking I am different.
Maybe this is all a mistake.
I must not, I cannot,
Be as messed up as I seem.
I can only hope for this until
I wake and walk again,
my identity intact and whole again,
along a star filled river,
Life.



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