The Soft Graze and the Pitch (An 8th Grade Student’s Poem on Doubt)

There is no other breath like doubt,
Moving through it are different pulses of


Mulling over to myself,

Am I enough?

My main concern
Is not being enough,

Why do I need to be the best to succeed?
Why do I need to become better?
Better yet, how do I become better?

I strike the field to calm my doubt
Stepping on the pitch, feeling the breeze
The ticklish grass barefoot
The soft graze and the goal,

Accept life for what it truly is
Accept that everyone has a dark side
Let out emotions and feeling,

Don’t hold on, but just move on.

Rest In Peace, Mac Miller <3


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