By Kate Fetters-Walp
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The world is an endless wheel of prizesand look at me:
holding hands with my trepidatious mind
to dream of lands across a sea,
new and sparkling
(I'm afraid of water, barely learned to swim).
Sometimes I lay in bed and sing,
voice scratched up and hair a mess,
and in the box of my car, my voice may ring
but I never take the mic at karaoke
(I never do anything).
I wonder fully, and I pray halfway
and though I've seldom been religious,
in my morning haze, there are church bells,
tempting.
I saw it last night, for a moment:
the glimmer of a future
where I live and breathe
the kryptonite of my torment
but my hands weren't made to build bridges,
never were.
For what in the world have I ever done
except sleep and dream
and want
and want some more?
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Kate Fetters-Walp is a high school senior with a passion for poetry and storytelling as a way of connecting to the human experience. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and like many creatives, finds that her work flows more smoothly when she's in nature. Kate is excited to continue learning the craft of writing through working on novels and poems. She is also looking forward to submitting to more literary journals in the future.