April 5, 2010
By Alunda BRONZE, Waverly, Iowa
Alunda BRONZE, Waverly, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"I be smert."

Surging pain strikes your heart,
Arousing senses with a start.
Burning internally with utter agony,
Lining of your heart now raggedy.

Kindling pain now ignites,
A horrid war of endless fights.
Soul crispens into falling ash,
Wasteful as though burning cash.

It falls to a pile on the tile,
Stretching like an endless mile.
Stacking high, you've hit low,
And you have nowhere left to go.

You find yourself within the dark,
Putting out the final spark.
Pulling yourself together at last,
You're no longer lifeless ash.

You were oh so badly burned,
And your life took a turn.
You pulled yourself together where torn,
And like a phoenix, you are reborn.

The author's comments:
This poem is based on our lives. I write my poem like a speech: to speak to all readers. Whenever we feel as though we have died, we rise again.

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