Free Write

This entry is part 5 of 8 in the series Issue I: Spring 2009

Mishal Awan
Age 10

Every time I cry,
My mother sighs and says
that life is very difficult.
There is more pain than anything you can imagine.
I gulp and think
of how I could sink
and then I shudder
and then I sputter
Why can’t life be like butter
And then I think how I can float
Like a solid boat.

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