The twisting path snakes through the shadowy valley,
its stones clumsily sprawled over the swollen river, rapids licking the rough rocks, covering them in immeasurable cold. I walk along the path, clouds darkening my way, my reluctant feet tripping over themselves, carrying the rest of my unwilling body to the ground, knees colliding with the wet, crumbling path. I look up for the mercy of light only to find the jagged peaks jutting into heavens. Sharp as a pin, they prick the cover of clouds, water pours in great torrents coming to wash me away, tearing, tugging, and clawing at my crumbling composure. Tomorrow I will wake and collect my diluted body, gather the fragments to carry forth in the pouring rain, dredging on, until I have dissolved, washing away with the waters. |
"The poem is inspired by an older journal of mine. I liked the concept and potential of emotion that I saw, so I did a great deal of evolving and rewriting the piece. My hope is readers get a sense of the emotions I attempted to afflict through my writing." - Clare Tabor, 11th grade, Lewis Central High School
Clare Tabor did a great job with the language choice, imagery, and the use of metaphor throughout the poem. The ending is particularly strong, and the organization of the poem shows an advanced understanding of how poetry is arranged. Editor Ranelle Irwin's favorite part of this poem is that "She explained an abstract concept and made it poetic."
Clare Tabor did a great job with the language choice, imagery, and the use of metaphor throughout the poem. The ending is particularly strong, and the organization of the poem shows an advanced understanding of how poetry is arranged. Editor Ranelle Irwin's favorite part of this poem is that "She explained an abstract concept and made it poetic."