Stranded
by Hannah Gilfix
Stranded:
A cold feeling of desperation mounted in
my stomach.
I glanced around. No one there.
No one to tell how I got there,
to recount why I was there.
Stranded,
on a deserted island.
Stuck,
in the middle of nowhere.
Helpless without friends and family,
what to do?
I took a deep
breath,
and did my best to calm
down;
Not easy.
I did not like
the idea of leaving behind everything,
but it was obvious that
I
was to start a new
life.
Ready or not.
One Breath:
one breath
makes the
difference
between right
and
wrong.
one breath
changes the world
from happiness to
greatness
one little
breath
is the difference between
life and
death
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 2006,
Hannah Gilfix, all rights reserved.
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