The Bridge

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The bridge to the other side.
It used to be so easy to cross
You just never looked down.
Because you might fall and disappear
into the water below.
But over time it has fallen apart
like the lives that have crossed it.
Winter has come again to the bridge
some say its to freedom.
But most who have crossed and never returned
probably called it hell!

Kimber Michaela 2010

Flashing Lights

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Flashing lights all around him.
people yelling and running toward the entrance
of the building.

A crowd gathers watching the chaos
whispering how sad so young.

He walks away and lets the long stem rose
fall from his hand hanging
on the wet pavement.

He never told her he loved her.

He’s too late she’s made her decision,
and now she’s gone.

Kimber Michaela 2010

Symbols

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The symbols mean not much to others
but I wear them proudly.
They are for the LOVE I have cherished
and will forever remember.

They are for the LOSSES I have grieved
for but will never be forgotten.

They are for all the BATTLES and the WARRIORS
who fought by my side.

They are for the LIFE I have lived so far.

Then when its time I pass them on to
the next ONE.

Kimber Michaela 2012

My Wings

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I spread my arms and feel the storm building.

The purple and black hue of the clouds
tells me someone is very angry above this world.

I feel raindrops hitting my face.

I spread my wings and feel myself soar higher
so that I can get above before the wraith as so
many others do.

Kimber Michaela 2010

Ruins

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This place lay in ruins
from the battle fought long ago.

It was filled with the sounds of swords
hitting metal to metal, then finding flesh.

There was no real victor
too much blood shed on both sides.

The flames burn forever after all this time.

Kimber Michaela

I Stand

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I stand before the iron gates
pondering my decision
many have stood in this very spot.

I know once I step through
nothing will ever be the same.

I’m on a mission with an important message
for those that live behind these
walls of stone.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes
and put one foot in front of the other.

I hear the iron gates close behind me
I ┬ánext hear “Welcome My Little One”
I open my eyes and….

Kimber Michaela 2010