She climbed the highest mountain
In the clouds she found her soul
She swam the widest rivers
Found her courage in her goals
She walked the largest forest
Found her heart among the trees
She’s just a girl
Trying to find something to believe
Every night, when she’s all alone
She looks to the stars that she calls home
Her tale is a sad one
Full of longing and despair
But she’s a brave one
Never letting her fear show
She’s just a girl
Trying to start anew
She grieves for what never could be
Away from her broken family
She’s just a lost soul
Fighting for a dream
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A/N- While organizing and cleaning out old boxes, I came across this. It was something that I must have written around fifteen years ago, back when I was more into freestyle poetry than writing novels, as I am now. Touched a cord in me, so I decided to post it.
Laura J Parkes 
I’ve never been good at poetry, or fully understood the form. But, especially for being written about 15 years ago, this is quite good
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thanks! I never really followed the proper forms and methods when writing poetry, I just freestyle it. š
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