This is an extended metaphor poem from my poetry class.
She looks in the mirror
Seeing the burning pit of sadness
Within her blue soul.
The fire is bright
Dominating everything,
Every thought.
The light that is unnoticeable to the trained eye
Consumes her,
Burns her,
Ignites her.
Leaving nothing but pain in it's wake.
The singed burn slowly takes over
Over powering
Any thought of water.
Carefully her firefighters come
To her rescue
Saving herself from the destruction.
The challenge was to use a metaphor that wasn't cliche so I decided my metaphor would be sadness is fire.
