The early morning
Was
Cold and crisp.
The air as frigid as
Glass.
I took my bike
And in the eerie silence
Before the blue skies
I cycled up the hill near
My house.
I pedalled and pedalled
And wondered why my life
Is the way it is.
I wondered why I am who I am
And why I lack in courage
And am full of
Emotions that are purely based on
Fantasy.
My eyes watered and the chilliness
Pinched my cheeks.
Still I cycled furiously,
Gradually climbing the slope.
Why am I not even your friend
If I think about you so much?
Why can't I
Be confident for
Once?
Then I was at the top.
Breathing heavily and
Hair windswept,
I admired the view.
The sky was everywhere, stretching,
Streaking colours.
But I knew those colours
Would fade and
Be replaced by brighter
And bolder
Hues.
Colours associated with
Summer and
Happiness.
And I made a promise
To myself
Alone up on the hill.
I will not fade any more
I will be bold and
Brave.
And as a confirmation of my
New -self
I pushed off and
Sped down and
I know what I have to do.
(Found at the bottom of the Hill on Foxglade Close)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
