Letting Go

• Mikayla Longhorn, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

Through the world i go
you're leaving steps behind for me to follow
dark storm clouds appear overhead
I'm walking but your too far ahead

i stand in the shadows, of a big willow tree
waiting for you to come and rescue me
but then i see her
right there in front of me

his hands are around her
and not me
loving means trusting
seeing them with someone else is crushing

life isn't a game so why are there so many players ?