Life Doesn't Have a Backspace Button By Samantha Barnett

Sometimes,when life gets me down I think about running away, to the world of my writing, I'd pack all my things and leave reality behind, I'd move to the world of words, life would be so easy if I did, with the safety of the backspace button, I could make things up as I went along, life would be as I wanted it, then I remember why I'm still here, in life we say some pretty stupid things sometimes, do some pretty stupid things, we have regrets, I think, oh, how easy life would be if I had a backspace button, if I was in control, then I remember that's the glory of it, you make mistakes, you can't erase them, but you can try again, oh, how life would be different if we did have a backspace button, all the things we would erase if we could, that would only lead to more mistakes, more regrets, you can't have an eraser, you can't pretend it didn't happen, you stand tall and face your problem, you fix it, you owe it to the world, life doesn't have a backspace button, you move on, learn to forgive, when I remind myself of that I know why I'm still here.



I wrote this poem when I was in a fight with a friend. I was thinking 'It's not fair! I wish life had a backspace button so I could take it all back!' I planed to write about how it wasn't fair. Then as I started writing, I realized why life didn't have a backspace button. Think about it, if life did have a backspace button, how many things would you have erased in your anger? Think about how your life would have been. Would you have liked it?

She Still Thrives By Samantha Barnett

She used to be the kind of girl who believed, she listened to fairy tales, she played imaginary games, she wished upon a star, she said she believed in fairies, she read all the books about magic, she watched all the movies, she thought it happen, she believed she'd find a magic world someday, she waited, she dreamed of a world of make believe, a world just for her, it happened in books, then as time passed, she began to doubt, it hadn't happened yet, she hadn't found a portal, she hadn't met a dragon, she hadn't seen an elf, she grew older and was beaten down, down, by the harsh waves of reality, part of her was able to hold on, to write down her dreams, to continue to believe, to escape, she waited still, as time passed the waves were winning, she was losing hope, it was only a matter of time before she would surrender, she was crossing the sea of dreams, there was no going back, she knew, she was me, I know now, the kind of magic in books doesn't exist, but I also know there is a place in the back of my head where she still thrives, she, the girl who believed, she talks to me sometimes, I leave her in control when I write, but I also know when to put her away in her sanctuary in my mind, she won't be beaten down, she knows a part of me, the part that the magic will never really leave you, if you believe, she knows that I can create the magic, with her help, she knows that I am better, bigger, stronger, than then, the waves, then those who try to bring me down, I am stronger because I still believe.