I stand alone,
beckoned by birds. “Come with us,” they say. Do I jump? Even if I fall, I’ll still be flying. My hope will grow my gorgeous wings Imagine... My wings, strong like an eagle’s Burning bright like a phoenix Soaring, following my fluttering family. Happiness, shining like a thousand suns. Love in the air, No sadness looming over the land. Opportunity is in the light. Prepare to see my glorious flight! |
"My inspiration came from when I was reading poems by Sylvia Plath. I was trying to capture the essence of Plath's poems and apply that to my writing." - Blu Ossian, 11th grade, Essex Community School. The editors appreciate the uplifting tone of the poem and the use of alliteration in lines such as "following my fluttering family."