This poem is about a homeless girl that has run away to the forest after an incident with her parents.

The wind sends shivers down the creek,
Catches the hair on my head,
Carrying it over the roots and my bed.
I'll never leave.

The voices through the trees cry out,
"Please go and find a new place,
The forest is messy, cold without grace."
Stop it. Stop it.

The shrubbery is delicate,
Fun to pick and prod, to eat.
I have enough food without even meat.
Don't want to leave.

The cold's marching back, almost day.
I shake off my clothes and watch
As the sunlight climbs in through a notch.
"Never again," I say.
"Never again."

The End

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