Poems

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There were a few lines at the beginning of each chapter: those were lines from the two poems I wrote about Violet and Quinn. Here are the full versions :)

They're both free verse, mostly because I have a hard time writing super long poems with a pattern (^^;)

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Violet Chatelain: Light

I was like a burned out candle:
Once bright, once beautiful.
One that was once needed,
Lost it's light of hope.

Like a baby bird,
In a world that cannot be trusted.
It flaps its wings,
But never takes flight.
Because its burden was too big,
Too heavy for it to fly on its own.

No one ever knows,
What pain I've gone through.
Those who I've lost,
Were all ones I loved.
In order to start anew,
I turned away from them.

I wanted to leave,
To throw it all away.
Leave this pain and suffering,
Of which I've been given.
Like a dove flying to a distant land,
Without a care in its mind.
And with the sky as the road ahead,
It left its past behind.

It was because of you I truly felt needed,
That in life I could be loved.
It was because I met you,
That I was restored.
For you returned it to me,
The bright light of hope.

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Quillon "Quinn" Hayes: Fly

Freedom:
Something many take for granted,
Something others long for.
Like a dove wishing to be let free,
To explore the blue skies above.

The light in me,
Was burning furiously.
This light that shone bright,
Was concealed completely.
And as I had always kept it,
The light died down slowly.

To put it simply,
I wasn't anything special.
I never stood out,
And I never could,
Because no one would let me be.

No one can see, 
The burdens each carry.
You can't see what's deep within,
What suffering they hide.
These dark depths,
Are just longing for a warm light to shine through.

I lived on with these weights,
Which got heavier as each day passed.
Waiting for the one day,
I could finally drop them from my back.

And then I met you,
Someone many worlds from me.
You who showed me many things,
About what life had to bring.
It was because of you,
That the once locked dove could feel love.

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