Change (Page 4)

A close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.

Blink (a poem)

An hour lasts forever. A lifetime’s just a blink. The time it takes to get there is never what you think.

Side view of an upset female student wearing jeans and a lavender hoodie. Sitting on an outdoor cement stairway, she leans against the wall beside it, her hands holding the side of her head in anguish.

Invisible (an acrostic poem)

I’m the invisible girl, nobody knows exists, visible only to myself. I shrink from view, strategically blending into the background.

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From less than a foot away, a man wearing black-framed glasses, a white dress shirt, and a red bow tie shouts through a loudspeaker at a woman wearing a flowered top, causing her hair to fly backward from the force of the sound.

One Voice (an anaphoric poem)

One voice. One mind. One nation. One people, divided.

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A shattered shop window shows signs of an attempted burglary.

Help (a poem)

The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.

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A still life photo of a medieval sword and hauberk. A steel sword, with leather-wrapped handle lies atop a piece of chainmail armor. A red reflection in the blade and hilt of the well-worn sword appears as though it was bloodied in battle before being laid down.

I am (a poem)

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

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A cool-toned photo of human arms, with chains wrapped around their wrists, hands raised above a crowd. The chain between their wrists is breaking, expressing the message of gained freedom through fight.

Liberty, expanded (speech)

Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.

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A close-up photo of a man handing a handful of soil to a girl, who has her hands cupped just below his.

Legacy (thoughts)

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

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A book lies open on a moss-covered stump in a forest. From its pages appear three sparkling, bird-like apparitions of pages flying away into the daylight.

Words (a poem)

Within Every Single Word Lies Strength.   Opening Minds Revealing Hearts Long Stagnant.

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A close-up view of a rock climber's hand gripping a handhold on a natural cliff outcropping

Falling (a poem)

I’m falling apart, and a part of me is falling, falling to the ground below.

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Two friends, a ivory-colored, stuffed bunny and brown teddy bear, sit on the shore beside the still waters of a forest lake, dreaming and remembering. Viewed from behind, the bear has his left arm lovingly wrapped around his friend's shoulders.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

Somehow you will get through it all

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Change (Page 4)

Blink (a poem)

Invisible (an acrostic poem)

One Voice (an anaphoric poem)

Help (a poem)

I am (a poem)

Words (a poem)

Falling (a poem)

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

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