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Born Again
I am the child of change, adopted by many.
From the intense fusion of hope and desire, I was born.
The many who fostered me, became me
Moulded by the hands of happiness and memories in the sun,
Shaped by the sharp blades of misery,
This is what I have become.
Yet, I say to you, I am missing a limb
With every passing moment in time, I am born anew.
With something missing, agreed
But not without a memory in the vault of thought.
The mother of change has brought unto me
A sense of reality, almost extinct in this make-shift world,
Where no one lasts, except my mother.
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If you've just written till the part where you described my metaphors, I've gotten your whole review .
If not, there's something wrong with my comupter :P
Yeah, thanks alot . Just wanted to put across what not only me, but everyone around me feels ..
But sadly, some don't accept it .
: )
It may be true that poem was "a little heavy for a girl your age," but its the truth, its reality, its what you, me,and everyone else is going through- it's something we can all relate to.
Personally, I love your poem! It is beautiful, descriptive, and well written.
I also love the metaphors you used such as "shaped by sharp blades of misery" and "molded by hands of happiness and memories in the sun." Those metaphors give you a better picture of what is being described in the poem.
Change is the only constant in this world, and that's what I was trying to put across. You may want to forget those you have hurt you, but they've changed you nonetheless. They've made you who you are.