My Growing vines By: Laura Thomas

Through vines of thick,spiny thorns
Clasping like locks on my limbs
Splashing through endless waterfalls
Walking through continuous puddles of sinking sand
Bringing me lower and lower into who I am
Those I once loved, now uncover hidden thorns

And what I know now
Comes to me yet as a surprise
The ones who were always there
Now ,the ones who have dissapeared

At such a young age, I realized my love
Of my "gift" ,as my nana would say
One that I would soon uncover
Exploring words and places,I soon did discover

When times got hard,writing was my place to turn to
As I still heard the doubtful whispers,
I pour my heart out,
Crumple it up and throw it with the rest

It is me that I have come to know the most
It is what I feel that is suddenly a part of me
These emotions always on my mind
And memories become perminent in me,like super glue

People come and go, as cars pass on highways
But I will always have my way out
Through vines of thick,spiny thorns
Times are changing,that little, I know