Fury AbatedA Poem by Nyida StrongI have a temper, one that I am constantly turning into myself. I call it the Fury.Fury Abated
She is hissing, growling, snarling at me. Demanding that I give her attention. But I refuse. I'm done with her, I don't want her back. She is hatred, she is anger, and she is in my heart, demanding me to attack once more. She is the Fury and I am the Healer. N. Strong © 2013 Nyida Strong |
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2013 Last Updated on July 14, 2013 AuthorNyida StrongNVAboutWhen I first discovered my talent for writing, I was thirteen. I discovered that my loneliness wasn't the worst thing in the world. By creating other places, other worlds, other characters, I wasn't s.. more..Writing
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