A/N: This was an assignment to turn an Emily Dickinson poem into our own. This is based off of "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark." It's a great poem. Go read it if you're into that kind of thing!
The darkness surrounds us
It presses and it closes in
The light is used up
The hope within is dim
We don’t know up from down,
Left from right
Even a matchstick would blind us
With its light
We stare into the black
There is no turning back
Can we face the road ahead?
Are we all as good as dead?
I step out
Hold my breath
No one knows I'm scared to death
But follow me and we'll be free
Learning to live in the dark
That is who we are
We may be blind, we may not see
But scars mold us to who we're meant to be
Learning to thrive in the dark
Learning to see through the scars
I look to the sky
Cast my eyes down with a sigh
The moon is gone
The sun withdrawn
We're on our own
No place to call home
Old and young
Smart and dumb
Short and kind
We don't have to lose our mind
Doesn't matter who we are
This feeling is bizarre
Stuck with each other
Seeing one color
Blind to everything
But we can still do anything
If we just believe
We step out
Hold our breath
We will not succumb to death
We are free
Learning to live in the dark
That is who we are
We may be blind, we may not see
But scars mold us to who we're meant to be
Learning to thrive in the dark
Learning to see through the scars
We forge our path
No going back
We see with clarity
We fulfill our destiny
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PoetryJust some poems coming straight from the heart, sould and mind. Also know that names have been randomized for the safety of the mentioned person.
