Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
I am 15, that's young.
I have just started high school and am experiencing a lot of firsts right now.
Yet at the same time some days feel weird.
Everyday I fight a hidden fight.
you wouldn't know it.
I hide it,
At school,
In class
at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears
of pain
anger
because I have hearing loss.
The sun sets.
A stunning watercolor effect paints the sky beautiful warm colors.
A last hurrah before disappearing over the horizon.
Then,
there is moonrise.
Comments
What a gorgeous piece. Keep writing
Thank you!
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