The Hill

Was just going through some old school stuff, and I found this poem and i forgot how proud I was of it. Hope you Enjoy it.

In the beginning of our journey

We are all blessed with the ability to love.

Given a heart, with no cracks.

Stars glistening in our eyes,

A brand new world waiting to be explored.

Spending the days standing

In an open field

Arms outstretched, feeling

As if you could fly.

The feeling of being

Invincible overtakes you.

You begin to run as fast as your little

legs will allow.

Your hair blowing behind you

Wind pressing against your body.

Looking ahead at the top of the hill.

Springing forward you leap

Quickly realizing, you indeed can’t fly.

Terror grows as you begin to fall, fast.

Hitting your head on the ground.

Your body rolling down that hill.

Reaching the bottom – broken, hurt, defeated.