RebelsA Poem by Wynter PageWho else can say in something they've so strongly believed?I am the one with the scars, I am the one with the stories. I've carried around this broken spirit so far to inspire those trapped to live freely.
Because of the lessons spilled from my lips, walls have been broken down. There's a new strength bleeding over their fingertips. We've come too far to go back now.
They spilled enough blood, enough lives to make sure we never relapsed into that nightmare. The fight never faltered their will to survive, it only made it clearer that they belonged here.
Rebels seem to be the only thing making the world right. Call it ignorance, call it crazy, but they have no fear with bleeding through the night. They've no hesistation to fight to be free.
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2 Reviews Added on July 12, 2014 Last Updated on July 12, 2014 Tags: rebels, revolution, redemption, belief, saviour AuthorWynter PageMonticello, ARAboutI have been writing poetry and stories for as long as I can remember. Now that I'm a sophomore in college, I hope to pursue it as a career. I'm also a bit of a photographer, you can check some out in .. more..Writing
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