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For a Friend
9-11-15
Your wings may be broken, your wings may be used,
Your feathers may tear and your skin it may bruise,
But whether you’re fighting at school or at home,
Know that you’re never alone.
Your eyes they may tear, your resistance may fall,
You may lose this one fight, or you may lose all,
But whether you’re fighting someone or yourself,
Know that I’m here to help.
You’ve overcome much and will overcome more,
So whether you’re cold, calm, sick or sore
I know that you fight to not say goodbye;
Know that so do I.
Your wings may be torn, your skin may be cut,
Your nails be bitten and your life in a rut,
You may fight as to whether to go or to stay;
Know it must be this way.
Your skin may be blue, your eyes full of tears,
Your life always broken, your heart full of fears,
But whether you’re sick, wounded or sore,
Know that there’s always a door.
Your wings may be broken, your wings may be used,
Your feathers may tear and your skin it may bruise,
But whether you’re fighting at to stay or to go,
Know that you’re never alone.
9-11-15
Your wings may be broken, your wings may be used,
Your feathers may tear and your skin it may bruise,
But whether you’re fighting at school or at home,
Know that you’re never alone.
Your eyes they may tear, your resistance may fall,
You may lose this one fight, or you may lose all,
But whether you’re fighting someone or yourself,
Know that I’m here to help.
You’ve overcome much and will overcome more,
So whether you’re cold, calm, sick or sore
I know that you fight to not say goodbye;
Know that so do I.
Your wings may be torn, your skin may be cut,
Your nails be bitten and your life in a rut,
You may fight as to whether to go or to stay;
Know it must be this way.
Your skin may be blue, your eyes full of tears,
Your life always broken, your heart full of fears,
But whether you’re sick, wounded or sore,
Know that there’s always a door.
Your wings may be broken, your wings may be used,
Your feathers may tear and your skin it may bruise,
But whether you’re fighting at to stay or to go,
Know that you’re never alone.
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Originality Technique ImpactYour poem carries a very powerful message that a lot of people, including myself, need from time to time. It's good to not feel alone, to have a friend who shows us that one door when we feel down and sad like you described so beautifully here. But on the other hand sometimes we ourselves can be the consoling friend.
Your poem has a really good flow to it. It reads very fluently and sounds beautiful. The fact that the fourth line of every stanza is shorter than the first three makes me stop to think at this point without really interrupting the flow of your words. It's this short line that tells about a strong supporting friend who sometimes feels as lost as the speaker does, whereas the other lines solely describe the speaker's misery. This illustrates that sorrow can be like a rhytmic wave that swallows you again and again until you stop to think for a moment and find a way to leave through this door.
Overall, a great poem. I like it a lot <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
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