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Hello! I'm Sam, a young teen writer. I am a complete bookworm and aspiring wordsmith of all sorts. Criticism is always welcome!

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"'I didn’t go there looking for you. I went looking for me.' My voice is soft, low, and shaky. 'But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I’ve found myself.'"

- "Every Last Word" by Tamera Ireland Stone


August 3, 2019


I clutched His cloak between my fingers
The silk smooth between my grasp

He held me as I shook with sobs,
A feeling gentle and comforting at last.

“Why?” I cried.
“Why does this happen? To the actors, to the victims; why is this evil here?”
Some words were spoken, but I could not make them out;
Too loud was the sound of my fear and doubt.

I weeped
For the people:
For names I never knew.
For eyes I hadn’t seen
And now knew I never will.
I weeped
For my home:
The families in terror,
The students afraid,
And the teachers not any better.

“Please,” I prayed, “Give them some hope. Give them some peace, some love;
What they need to cope.”
Again, I could not hear,
But I already knew His answer.

He has the love you need.
If you listen, He’s right there.


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