The brightest of reds
against the whitest of snows
Now
Did you picture
a brilliant robin?
or crimson blood
staining all purity
seeping through its colorlessness
with persisting tenacity?
This golden sun
cannot melt the layers of ice
which capture my unstirring heart
Please
silence my demons
help me to see this dreadful world
through your eyes
Help me to see
a genuine smile
instead of a broken mirror
Take away
this muzzle from my face
even if it has grown to be
a part of me
But then again
they can’t twist my words
if I don’t speak.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful!
Thank youu
An incredible poem with an unexpected, yet truthful ending.
Well done, Nicole!
Thank you much
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