You have no idea
the ashes this Phoenix has risen from.
Had each hurt been
a tiny thorn
her body would be covered
in seething wounds.
This magical raven
with the ability to turn
each barb to power
has filled her quiver
with arrows of might.
She may choose to elate,
aiming with confidence
or decide this contemptible brute
deserves a dart
of Despair.
Tread carefully, wandering soul
do not underestimate
this once wounded bird.
In a list
A contest entry
- Write a Poem to Me by Girl-Interrupted.
500 points, ended December 8, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Looking forward to your thoughts
Comments
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Tread carefully, wandering soul
do not underestimate
this once wounded bird.
brilliant... well done on the silver
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I like the way you have described her as the once wounded bird, that is an apt description reading her home page. It's a strong tribute to becca. Good luck
C
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This piece is beautiful....! "Tread carefully, wandering soul...do not underestimate this once ounded bird."... I love that stanza.... it is so caring. Thank you so very much for entering!!!
becca
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