it's here – prepared or not, the time has come.
we are scared, frightened beyond belief
here is the day when we must go,
must take our undergrown wings and fly.
in time, we will learn the ways of the air,
but now, fear falters our flight.
we have never taken to the sky before –
always stayed in the comfort of our nests.
but the world is pushing us forth, and so, prepared or not, at last we fly.
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the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar.
But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
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