Beautiful bird flying down
a waterfall
Sees his prey on
a rock.
The prey spots him and tries
to run.
But the bird is faster,
he swoops in,
catches prey.
Prey
Is
Gone...
Like my ambitions.
Lost
like my dreams.
Faded
like the preys scent...
Yet the prey fights,
fights for his life.
Wiggles and wiggles until he
escapes.
While he descends to the bushes
the bird tries to
catch him.
The prey is not
having it.
He fights and wins.
Prey
Is
Alive...
Like my heart.
Believing I can still be something.
Knowing that i am something,
doing everything I can
So I can beat the odds.
Survive through the negative.
Prosper through the positive.
Be all I can be.
(Editorial comment: I love the way this poem looks on the page and what it says. Congratulations to Anayia Grant!))
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