We are not just our skin
Or the denseness of our mind
We are made of those summer days
The ones just left behind.
We are not hair colour
Or spots on our back
But of the ones we love
And hobbies that we crack.
Yes, I may have thorns
I may not be set to bloom
But somehow set inside
I cannot keep the gloom.
This may be me today
But tomorrow I'll have brand new shoes
I'll walk a different path
Find new tricks to do.
The flowers may be wilting
And the thorns falling out
Winter may be coming
But the next summer helps me out.
I will surely grow again
Come winter storms and snow
Knock me down, I don't care
It just leaves room to grow.
-Darkling
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Author:
Echo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I wrote when I wasn't in the best mindset and through rambling it allowed me to not only see the fact that, yeah, I'm not totally okay but there is different paths and options which can make me in the future.
- Category: Reflection
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WELCOME DARKLING ~ Thanks for your first poem whose message really made me think. First let me commend you for its excellent classical structure ! Six elegant quatrains with consistent meter and "rhyme pattern" xaxa xbxb xcxc etc ! Beautiful to read and recite ~ I am a performance poet so I appreciated your structure ! The message is intriguing ! It asks questions about who we are and the way we change and adapt to circumstances which provides us with "Room to grow" ! Thanks for sharing ~ very thought provoking ! Yours BRIAN (UK)
Thankyou, I'm glad you liked it and found it thought provoking! Such a well written response with them comments really means alot!
Great write
Thankyou!
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