End of the Beginning

End of the Beginning

By Allie Marie

The sky holds

a golden spark.

We are running

barefoot in the grass.

The mud sticks to our feet –

hold on fast.

It’s the end

of the beginning.

I’m eleven.

You are twelve.

We are starting to find

all we can’t describe.

And the rain

begins to pour.

The thunder clasps

and we run till

we fall against the trees

so scared – we laugh.

You whisper sweetly

in my ear,

“Are you okay?”

I look at you

and its not the same.

“I’m gonna be alright.”


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