Journey

She is a beautiful girl As she walks through the Valley of Trust With her parents At eleven She becomes more graceful As she sprints through the Grasslands of Independence Without her parents due to a dispute At twelve She hunches her back As she swims through the River of Sadness, fighting the current Half of her trying to get back to shore, the other half surrendering At thirteen She is crumpled As she floats into the Sea of Depression Not even trying to get away All alone At fourteen She is stronger than one thinks As she gets into the Jungle of Uncertainty Announcing her presence, willing to fight for what is right At fifteen She is scarred but stands tall As she climbs the Mountain of Bravery She is Alone but Doesn’t Care At sixteen Her name is America And this is her journey