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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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I was running with all of my might Until I stumbled hard And my heart snuffed out the light.
With soaked feet and a loud wail I carried on through the woods Oblivious to my very own baittrail.
Behind the trees I hid from dawn to dusk Where within the shadows a wolf would lie. But slowly, my heart covered with rust.
At once the wolf pounced and gnashed his teeth But I swung my fists in defense. No longer would he cause me grief.
I was Little Red to those who only saw innocence And with a coat of burgundy I walk the shaded paths As one of the wolf's creations.
No longer am I the girl with red on her back And sweetness on her lips. For she left the moment the wolf set out his attack. • • • Yes, with a stone cold mind and heart she will tread With songs in her soul and hope in her existence, Despite all of the treachery she has been fed.
