Poetry · WRITE

BE BRAVE

I am no longer the girl

Who goes to you when I am teary.

I instead became a girl

Who knows to care for me.

I refuse to be who I was

A year ago at winter up till spring.

I refuse to be her a year ago:

Afraid of what misfortune brings.

 

I am the girl with kindness

Reigning her heart and believes in good.

But I am the girl with courage,

To believe that she always could.

I am the girl

Who can get scared,

But I’m not the girl

Who’d run away instead.

 

The girl who cried at night

About her taken memories,

I would rather take flight

Not away but for every day

Misfortunes that may come to me.

I am now the girl

Who stays behind to fight for me.


keziah jemimah gutierrez (The Little Novice) ❤ 

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The Future

How far a journey I have left to take,

To meet you face to face at last!

Many so the decisions I’ve yet to make,

I do pray that fated day comes by fast!

But let that day end slower than sunset,

For I want to admire the hero I’ve hoped became,

I wish to hear the lessons we will never forget,

To hear the pride when you exclaim our name!

For you are thankful for I have conquered it –

The dark of night, horrid voices of the mind,

Whilst I feel encouraged you became it –

A fighter, a hero! So peaceful, so kind.

I, the present, will fight on for you, future,

As you, future, encourage me, the present.

 

Love,

The Little Novice

Poetry · WRITE

A Falcon’s Flight

A Falcon does not fear, but hears

her friend – the wind: he is blind

but behind every flight

of the fearless falcon.

Her energy and bravery comes from he –

Who challenges a falcon’s strength

and depth of her heart.

Time and again the wind would fight

the falcon’s flight – tearing her right and left.

Once he crept behind her wings, pushing as she cries,

Rise! The wind would yell. For only he

knew the courage and power of a falcon’s wing’s,

An eagle’s vision in a falcon’s eye,

The ferocious roars of a falcon’s voice.

The Falcon knows it’s just child’s play,

At the end of the day, after all,

He would never let her fall.

Love,

The Little Novice