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Strength

A flower blooms,
A flower of beauty
A flower which holds much truth

Unaware of its fate
It continues to grow
Touching those all around

This flower, grows
Amongst many weeds
But its strength overpowers

With perseverance, and hope
This flower shall remain
Growing proud and tall
Living by its name

STRENGTH!


Lost/Found

Where am I?
Who am I?
So long away from familiar ground
So far away from what I know,
The past often reminds me of my origin,
The places and familiar faces.

Restrained from movement
I hover in confusion
But I shall never forget Myself
I shall never allow myself to become a stranger.
For Within me lies the answers
My mind holds the keys
Concentration, focus and faith.

Memories hold my sanity
Reminiscing on past events,
Without these I shall surely fall
Even my own strength astonishes me.

I shall not be broken
Although Lost,
Soon I shall find my way,
And within me shall be great peace.


Locked in a jar

A Jar small to many
Within lies a heart, torn and frail
With care I carry this Jar
A small hitch, could damage the interior

Each day this Jar, is carefully guarded
No want to knock its contents about
So many, assigned to hold with care
This life lies in the hands of strangers

Without trust in hands
This jar would surely be shattered
So, one must trust whom ever transports it
The venture must be taken, as this is the only chance

Cursed be those who disdain this jar
For they have ignored this heart of blamelessness
I shall never let this jar stray from my hand
For within it lays a tortured truth

One day this heart, after great care
Shall be freed from this jar
All wounds mending in the air
What a joyous day when the possessor,
Reveals the tainted key



Stand Tall

Deep beneath life's beauty
Lies a person cold and scared
Deep beneath life's happiness
A girl sits un-aware

Our bodies just a rented shell
Inside we hold our soul
For this, our only posession
Our heart a fired coal

Eyes of such innosence
Windows to within
These eyes which hold such truthfulness
This person cannot sin

This person who sits un-aware
Shall make a change for all
For she shall pave a new road
......And in the end stand tall

By: Danya Lupascu - 18, from WA

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