In 11th grade, we were given an assignment to write a poem. I wrote "The Spirit." It opened up a whole new form of communication for me. A once quiet, shy girl from a small town - poetry was a way of releasing what was inside of me. These poems are an opened chamber, of my heart.
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Description of an Angel
Voice of a whisper
soft like a pillow,
a constant hiss
of the S.
White wings, feathers,
golden robes,
blonde hair, blue eyes,
pink lips.
Sun stricken halo,
flutter, bye, Angel.
Sleep on your
cloud with the rest.
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