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Embers

May 8, 2015
By Anonymous

My Family Is the ruins of a burnt building

Withered down by the flames of lies and deciet

My mother is the charred door frame still standing strong

My sister is ithe glass shards, lying on the floor, shattered

by the flamming daggers of angry words, and burning decay

My father is the last bit of flame, licking up the wa;;s, looking for anything left to destroy 

And me? I am the slowly dying embers drifting up into the atmosphere


The author's comments:

when I wrote this article, I was in a very destrought time in my life. Even though I talked to people about it several times, I never seemed to feel better about it. When my english teacher gave us the opportunity to write an extended metaphor poem, I wrote about what I was feeling in my life, and some way, writing it down, helped me release some of my feelings that I hadn't been able to express in my speech. 


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