Frozen in time
We wait
For change to sweep us
Off our feet
And reverse
The spell
We wait
For time to tie
The mane of the
Wild stallion
Which is loosely
In our grasp
Frozen in time
We wait
As the ripple
Of change develops
In the water
In which we wade.
We wait
For change to sweep us
Off our feet
And reverse
The spell
We wait
For time to tie
The mane of the
Wild stallion
Which is loosely
In our grasp
Frozen in time
We wait
As the ripple
Of change develops
In the water
In which we wade.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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