WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

Just Like Moon and Like Sun

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            As Certainty Tides
            Just Like Hope once Raised
                        without, . . . I Still Awake
No Purpose, No reason, No Where do i Belong –
            For No one, do i need 2B
                        strong

Past the Terror, Past the Fear
            No Voice to the Wrong
No Melody in My Song

I’ve Been erased from Existence
            As if i were Buried Alive
                        As Faint my voice
            From Below,    erased i Am

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