A poem is the way we believe, gently at first, then growing stronger, a grand crescendo to the release of the imagination.
A poem is late nights and swirling thoughts mixed together in a cacophony of tumbling emotions that jumble in our heads.
A poem is a vision of the past, present, and future all rolled into one that keeps the heavy heart afloat in a stormy, sea sick soul.
A poem is the pain and the anger of righteous minds and betrayed believers, fighting for the disowned and despairing generations.
A poem is the music that guides our lives, letting us see through the darkness and discover ourselves, showing us beauty and love.
A poem is the voice of the misunderstood and the truth of the world laid out for those too blinded by a false security to see it.
A poem is the gentle whisper of a mother to her child, the hopes and dreams she has for a better life, the life she knows that they deserve.
A poem is heartache, courage, wisdom, fear, love, despair, hatred, hope, and truth.
A poem is a message.
If only we could read.
About the Creator
Anna J
just a kid who loves to write
~why do we measure our success with someone else’s ruler?~
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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