If I WereA Poem by WillaDanversA thought came to me when I was working - wilted flowers. What if I'm not a wilted flower. I am not a wilted flower. I am a warrior.I'm not that fragile flower you think I am, But if I were a flower, I'd be in full bloom, strong and bright, Swaying in the field of poppies, I'm not about to crack under the pressure, But if I were to someday crack, I'd show all these beautiful golden dreams, My onion-like layers, gold upon gold, I'm not a ticking time bomb about to explode, But if I were, I'd become the brightest star, A shining beacon to those in the dark, Destroying the dark and spreading fire, I'm not drowning in a sea of air, But if I were, I'd learn to swim, Back to shore and caress the sands of time, And look back to see how far I've come, I'm not a broken little girl, I am that warrior that men do fear, Winning all my battles, by own hand, Loving when I want, and whom I choose, I am living my life in full bloom, Not in need of saving, or controlling, Thanks to my battles, I became strong, For now, I am that warrior of little girl dreams.
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8 Reviews Added on March 8, 2018 Last Updated on March 8, 2018 AuthorWillaDanversAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..Writing
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