The Writers Voice
The interminable cycle of pain and distress leaves me in a cloud of despair. I am trapped and constricted. Nobody understands the strife I go through with each and every passing day. I am enveloped in it so much, and I want to be liberated. When will that day come when there will be no perimeters around me? It seems like I am perpetually enclosed in thick, heavy walls that are as gloomy as dark, gray clouds that hover the sky on a sullen, muggy day. Going beyond these walls requires much patience, effort, time, and trouble. Beyond the doors is happiness. No walls are around me for a temporary time. My escape is a joyous mix of happiness freedom. I am liberated from the shackles and fetters around my body. I feel like an eagle soaring in the sky. But, alas the cheerfulness must come to an end, usually an abrupt halt. I am shoved back in the confinements of the walls once, and the pleasure short-lived is gone. Around me now are these walls again, suffocating me once again.
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