Poems

She was...

She was passionate

She was fierce and strong

never had it in her to play along

she had a light ignite inside her

she was so young, so confused, so eager

she was taught that she had a voice that could be her power

and like any kid whose eyes had finally been shown the black and grey of the world

she was ready to fight for what was clearly right and go into war

but little did she know

somehow, someway, through her teen years

her light dimmed

perhaps even burnt out

her passion no more

passive she was for sure

her fierceness no more

not enough fuel to ignite a fire inside her

and strong?

well... she didn't feel like that for very long