Poem
In shadows cast, a young girl unseen,
Sneaky whispers, a mischievous sheen.
Freaky antics in the night's dark gleam,
A rebel's spirit, a wild dream.
In the shadows of strength, a woman stands,
Thou art loosed, freed by courageous hands.
Shackles shattered, chains no longer bind,
In the dance of liberation, her spirit aligned.
Through valleys of darkness, she found her way,
A phoenix rising from ashes of dismay.
Untangling threads of a painful past,
In the symphony of freedom, she stands steadfast.
Her essence, a beacon, radiant and bright,
Thou art loosed, embracing the empowering light.
In sacred spaces, where halos glow,
Angels navigate both high and low.
For in the struggle, a celestial prose,
Where angels go, trouble bravely follows.
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Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PoetryThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...
