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Invisible
I am like a crow
On the wind,
With long dark feathers and wide black wings,
Sparkling eyes and a hungry beak,
Ever growing,
Always changing,
But perhaps I am different
Than what you see,
For if only you saw the inside of me!
I am ever growing,
Always changing,
A brain that takes time to bloom,
Inside my skull’s hard bone womb,
I have changed, my friend,
Changed I say,
For now I do things a different way.
My intelligence has blossomed,
I have taken on more responsibility,
Sometimes I think to fly farther from the nest,
And give my parents
A well earned rest
Soon my yearning for independence
Will overcome me,
And my past will be just that- a past:
The fire that burned a part of my home,
A death that changed my thoughts to come,
Grief that burned me to my soul,
All those things that took their toll.
So now I will let the wind take me where it likes,
Over children taking hikes and riding bikes,
To become much more than a black winged one, unaccounted for.
I am a crow,
With dark brown eyes and long claws,
Ready to bow when I receive my applause,
Prepared to make a bridge to life a new,
And find new things that seem fun to do.
Ever growing,
Always changing
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I love the idea of you being a crow. Crows are birds with an immediate personality disorder; being kleptomaniacs. But I wish you'd play with that, or chose a bird who fits your metaphor. I like how the bird wants to stand out, and the analogy of leaving the nest, but if you choose a bird, study up on it, and try to find a deeper metaphor, especially with a crow. A crow is easily one of the deepest birds you can base a poem on.
Food for thought; could your peer pressuring group be your "murder"?
