So go ahead and mock me
I dare you
I have been burnt to ashes before
You are not the first
You will not be the last
And even though I run from the past
Still I sing my song.
The fear still plagues me
A shadow follows me
The smoke of each past self
But if you think it hinders
These ghostly cinders
Then you are wrong.
The ashes of my past ignite me
Into a phoenix flight
Beautiful and free
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
