Grass

Piercing through warm darkness, a single ray of sun Tugs on the soul trapped within the seed. A single blade of grass Must push through layers of heavy dirt Blanketing, smothering… Must reach to find the touch of light, Must climb out of the warm, lethargic darkness of stationary rest. Yet every day, grass grows. […]

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Building Blocks

I used to play with wooden building blocks,tried to build structures that would riseto great heights. But the blocks would fallprey to the world’s ever-present chains:my attempts to build were not freefrom the crushing grasp of gravity. Now that I am grown, the gravityof a situation sometimes blocksme from truly feeling free;I want to write […]

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Fire

It burns bright, makes you flare with passion, makes you fly with glee without realizing that it is also destroying you.   Fire warms, wards off the cold by destroying that which could have lasted and leaving naught but ashes in its wake.   Ashes, however, fertilize the soil; the charred remains of what once […]

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Ivy on the Wall

A wall looks beautiful when it is coated in ivy; full green leaves leave the ground behind as they snake their path along the rough-hewn stones stacked with care.   But that ivy, though beautiful, can wedge itself in the flaws of the wall, miniscule roots finding hairline cracks in what looks seamless, safe, impenetrable. […]

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Blizzard

Wave hand in front of face but see nothing   listen for something, anything can only hear the howl within, silencing the roar without.   A moan or a scream does not come close to the blizzard’s roar inside, a harbinger of pain; These flakes falling furious think they know the strength of a gale. […]

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Flight

I’ve been in this nest for my whole life, I think; my wings are stronger now, my feathers more firm.   A fledgeling, am I ready to fly as those before me have flown?   It is what I have dreamed of, a moment I have wanted, longed for, for so long and now the […]

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Butterflies

The forest was one grown of heart and of spirit, vibrant and flowering; and through the blooming blossoms they flew.   Butterflies, in stunning hues gold, red of passion, and blue so intense it seemed to glow, shimmering colors on the fluttering wings: through the trees they rushed, their fragile wings beating a tune, a […]

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