Five Years Later
By Allie Marie
Five years later,
we must learn to crawl across the floor.
The game of tug of war has taught us
always ask for more.
But now, our arms are scraped and knees are bruised.
We are forced to be humble like there is nothing else to do.
I heard these scars are our redemption
I still don’t know how to be saved.
They act like it is easy
that there is no reason to be afraid.
We scatter through the room
never to know – who are you?
The Writings of Allie Marie 