My heart is just like liberty island.
I have ventured far from the beaten trail.
The flames of my torch are exhausted by
The forceful winds right off of the Hudson.
No longer do I stand tall and mighty.
I am not a welcome sign or promise
Of prosperity, but rather a sad,
spurious model of worn down copper
Which has lost all of its significance.
Oh, maybe I can learn to stand up straight
And maybe I can hug those that I love
With a firmer grasp, tell them they're okay
I will rekindle what has been long lost
And maybe I can be who I once was.
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Poesía"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
