I was pulled to the Earth before I could comprehend who I was.Screaming and crying, I was not where I once belonged.
Without the shelter of what once was,
I found myself struggling to adapt.
Foreign languages,
strange people,
coddled voices,
spread around me like a wildfire.
It was in the month of June that I was given life,
along with those before me.
What a beautiful time,
to watch this world truly shine.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...