The 8th Month
lifting myself up repeatedly
deadweight took over me
lost in days.
nothing to aspire towards
an eternal cycle and ample grey skies
lost in uncertainty.
a barrier of contact made illness
even time was drunk and we were stuck
lost in obstacles.
dreams were our only transportation
took us to a remote time before
lost in our minds.
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Rashmika Manu is a 10th grader attending High School. She enjoys using poetry as a form of expression. She is passionate about travel and hopes to fight poverty when she is older.