Can I let go of
The echoes of the past
So I can be free?
Will I see past it
This darkness within my mind
Which I cannot flee
I throw my heart up
Reaching out into the void
Looking for something
But all I can find
Is the smallest of all flames.
I must nurture it
Hope will send away
My dreary, foggy prison
And I will prevail
A prisoner within
Bound by a whirlwind of thought
Who knew I'd break free
Light in the darkness
Now my flame is a fire
Now I can fly free
Echoes never leave
I carry the memories
Scars you can not see
But I am stronger
This bright fire within me.
Echoes are not dark
They are the whispers
The past is a part of me
They do not define
Who I am
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
