Echo Speaks

With a streak of dirt across my face
With a tear slipping down my cheek
With a piece of paper clenched in my hand
With grief rushing to a roaring pain
With the sun slowly sliding away
With a knot in my throat
And my heart
With a look of shock
With heavy unbearable sadness
With the wind caressing my bare back
With my legs trembling
My knees weak
Without hope left
Without a will to move, to even live
Without you I cannot continue
Without strength in my arms
With my white shirt dusty
With my red brown hair a mess
With a look brimming in my brown eyes of indescribable
Emotion
I watch you leave.

Corrie, 14
Lisle, Illinois

* Reprinted from Positive Teens Magazine Volume 6 Issue 1, Jan/Feb 2004

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