What I Might Find
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A cold wind blew,
Reminding me of the good and the destruction in my life.
I see the wildflowers growing and know that life goes on
Leaving me behind,
Trying to repair the damage that's been done.
I haven't bloomed into "the beautiful butterfly,"
Or have I?
I hunger for the answer, I search,
But see nothing.
I feel alive when fall comes, remembering the past,
And feeling the wind.
My soul sings for salvation,
Being so close to my answer.
I have never had the talent,
That I so much desire.
I'm still searching for my greatness in the dark,
But I'm afraid of what I might find.
My weakness is the thought of failure,
And the things I have neglected.
I need to find my light.
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Rojas
This poem brings me back to so many memories of Autumn.
I also feel alive when fall comes around; it's my favorite season.
The changing of leaves reminds me of hope and new light.
This is a thoughtful poem and the imagery is sweet. Since this can be read as a sad
poem, i like that you place your autumn analogy in the middle--it is almost
like the light you are searching for, still. Your Metaphor makes me believe
that you are "the beautiful butterfly."
This poems speaks of fear, hope, honesty, and wonder--truly inspirational and thought provoking at he same time.
i can't wait to keep reading your work.
best,
rojas