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Poem: Breeze



Wings fried in fear,

Unsteady flight in air,

Heart banging drums,

Fire stretch to scare.

Falling body,

Soul hanging loose,

Breeze to rescue,

When too close to roast.

Fire died down,

Blood flow like tears,

Soul felt sound,

Rocket like spear.

Used to circle aimlessly,

Used to hide shamefully,

I see the bright lights,

I am free.

About The Poem

It is not possible for a breeze to save a bird from a fire but in this poem, "breeze" actually represents unexpected opportunity and "fire" represents hopelessness. The bird felt hopeless and feared the worst outcomes. And when the worst outcomes happened, hope was not lost and it was proven wrong. An opportunity came out of the blue. The bird didn't give up on hope and believed in itself again. It finally got high in spirits and shoot up in the sky like a rocket!

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.

— Winston Churchill

© 2018 Li-Jen Hew

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