she began to smile
even with light streams fell from her eyes
She still gets up,
no matter how hard, it may beas the throbbing in her chest swells
knowing she would get over, on what happen
She knows that her pain will end
she will over come it
Others been though worst then her,
but she stills feels the cold,
feeling around her
She shakes in many emotions
as she makes way to her room
Her yells are as loud as a forest
as she cries for help
Form she learned sometimes no one
will come
no one will like to give a hand
She learned to get you dream
you must do it yourself
The tears, how she knew
she needed helpshe should ask
but she is sacred
Sacred that people she loves will
leave,
or her dreams may falter, but the
only way to fail your dreams is to abandon them
But in the real life you can only
help yourself
She sits in her room
to look up on the pregnant
moon, how she shines her light,the water from her eyes stop
As the storm was strong going, but
now she can dance in the rain
I enjoyed your use of metaphor, especially in the phrase, "look up to the pregnant moon, how she shines her light." I believe this poem is about pulling through the most difficult situations, and not losing yourself in the process. I liked the concept of this poem, but I would reccomend doing a spelling/ grammar check.
ReplyDeletethia poem hit close to heart for me because I know what it is like to feel that way. I love how you used metaphor to help is feel and understand the sadness
ReplyDeleteSome of the misspellings and the lack of punctuation made this poem hard to understand. The way it's worded is a bit confusing as well, but there was obviously a deep, emotional meaning behind it, and I can respect that.
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