I was told that a poet's mind ain't
a sunflower field with no mountains hindering
the sun's ray from reaching the last flower
on the yard.
Well, little did I know that
the sunflowers were metaphors
a poet breathed out
sending out a little truth of themselves everytime
and the mountains were confrontations
blocking path for truth to,
to reach the very last metaphor.
The truths die with their metaphors.
Although, their metaphors
don't die a death so natural.
The life still hangs as the scent
you inhale from the flower
as you just crushed it down.
- Sapphire Stella
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi!
Becoming A Poet, is my compilation of my journey towards becoming the poet, I am today. The neglects faced, the ignorance threw upon, the wars fought, the poems gone unwritten, everything finds it's way into this book.
The life Of a Poet, gifted to all Poets out there, by, the Poet in me, Becoming~ A Poet.
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Loves,
Ms. Stella 🤍
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