Soar
2008 (7th Grade)

Wake in the morning, 
open my eyes,
spread my wings,
head for the sky.

It's a bird?
It's a plane?
No, it's Life.
It's all the same.

Fall back a few feet,
no one cares anymore.
Whether I sink, whether I soar,
either way my destination isn't in my reach.

Which path will lead me in the right direction?
Even if I take the one that makes me strong and invincible,
I will still try to hide my reflection.
That's why I'm known as Miss Invisible.

Even though I'm only 12,
and not fully grown,
Who knew a child
could feel so alone?

Being me might be tough.
Life sometimes can be rouch.
But one thing that keeps me coming back for more:
is my way on how to SOAR.