PhoenixA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
You ought to be a fancy force,
fluttering about as a pretty bird with feathers so colorful and brilliant that people will call you flashy and boastful because you won't hide the hues of the purple and gold of your wings. Perhaps this metaphor is a sad excuse but it is time for your soul to match your outside For you shine so brightly when the world isn't looking it is time for the eyes of the sky to see the electricity of your fire Once and for all.
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1 Review Added on July 8, 2014 Last Updated on July 8, 2014 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |