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Thrown from Mt. Olympus—why? Because of my limp?
Did my disfigurement displease you, Mother?
Did it make me less of a man, Father?
Let me tell you, I am not a man
I’m more, much more than you can grasp
I am the blacksmith’s fire
As he toils each day
I am the lava
From volcanoes
Light and dark
I’m a
god
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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