Losing the essence on which
I used to thrive
No longer have to
Suffer to stay alive
Life is gold
Since we can survive,
No better time for
This to arrive
I used to believe
That I was battle worn
A creation built
For hate and scorn
Darkness fell
When I was born,
Binds and boundaries
Lay dead and torn.
So listen to my words
No matter your age range
Because here’s an honest lesson;
People WILL and do change…
Author notes
Picture 3
picture credit unknown
The whole spark behind this poem is from the picture prompt of a black and white clown holding a coloured flower.
The idea I got from this was a story.
This young clown picks her first flower thoughtfully and tells us her story and how she CAN and WILL change...
Dunno-sorry if it's not what your looking for :/
A contest entry
- Hello Writers by luna-midnight.
1000 points, ended August 3, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How do you feel about this?
Comments
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aww well this a lovely way to look at the pormpt, and i thank you for entering, i really enjoyed this,a dn the ending was powerful
good luck and keep writing
stephanie ♥
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