I was an animal
a wild creature with nothing but the Beast
inside me.
I was a rusting anchor
tucked in the bosom of the reefs
waiting for the order to strand my caretakers.
I was a yowling banshee
condemning my predecessors
because they dared outlive me and His schemes.
I was an angel of mischief
the killer of Loki and his children
whose power He desired.
I was the will of man
a survivor for the sake of surviving
to do His wishes.
I was Him
He was me
and We were we
and I will never be I again.
About the Creator
Ella
I wish I liked coffee.
National Senior Citizens Day (April 21)
We are fortunate to live in a time when so many of our elderly are living lives of unexpected health and financial security, but such was not always the case. Throughout history old age was not something an individual expected to reach, and so we lost the wisdom and experience of these individuals at an early age. Senior Citizen Day celebrates the fact that these keepers of wisdom are staying with us longer each year, and in better health.
By Mai Sophia5 days ago in Poets
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