No choices,
No voices
to be heard
You see a bird broken winged,
A singer who no longer sings.
If there's a will there's a way,
but we have no words left to say.
Every choice we make could be right or wrong.
Every step we take we know the journey will be long.
How can we be ourselves if we don't know who we are?
Where am I?
How long? How high? How far?
Should I be myself,
or try to be someone else?
Would it be easier to be the same,
to never have choices to make?
I'd rather be wrong,
all along,
Than to lose my voice
In this dark, black, endless void.
Will I give in to them?
NO.
Sometimes the strongest stand alone.
Comments
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Wow! I can't believe you are only 11 - a burgeoning poet! And a source of inspriration. My favorite part of your poem is: "I'd rather be wrong, all along, Than to lose my voice". That is a very brave sentiment, And one that is very hard to uphold into adulthood. Sometimes it seems to me that adult life is just one consession after the next ...punctuated by responcibilities and compromise. teehee. But you have reminded me of the importance of taking a stand and of being oneself. Thank you for passing a bit of your strength and courage and the vigor of youth to another through your writing.
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hey i really really like this, no joking. for an 11yo, u really are good. you go girl!
conformiing oneself to the norms is not always the right thing to do. i especially like the last three lines. it shows your strength determination & strongwill despite all the fears you have.
very well done. keep up the great work. looking forward to read more of your poems. 3 cheers from me! -
this is my poem
I hope you enjoy, Please critiqe!!!! I just typed it now.
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