Poetry Friday

Once again, for Poetry Friday, I'm going to offer a poem written by my 12-year-old daughter. This was written as a school assignment. It is about a warrior - and through the poem you can see his transition from brave, before battle, to scared during the battle, to relief to be home afterwards.

I Am...
by KRM

I am the warrior,
I am the strength of words,
Cutting deeply into someone's mind.
I am the swiftness of a bolt of lightning,
Here one minute, gone the next.
I am the sweetness of revenge,
Like peppermint dipped in powdered sugar.
I am the silence of snow, spilling from the sky.
I am the anger of the wind,
Wrecking homes and uprooting trees,
I am the warrior.

I am the stillness of a rabbit that's been seen,
I am the teeth of a wolf, sharp,
and bloodstained.
I am the curtain of death,
Blocking out the light of life.
I am the ferocity of a tiger,
I am the boldness of a bear,
I am the warrior.

I am the size of an ant,
Praying that I won't get squished.
I am the sadness of an empty home
I am the whisper of the breeze
tickling the trees,
I am the lie in the fruit of truth.
I am the mistake in perfection.
I am betrayed.

I am the taste of relief, warm
and bittersweet.
I am the color of happiness
and hope.
I am the calm of warm cookies
in the winter
I am the laughter of a newborn
I am the strength of words,
I am the warrior,
I am back.

The Poetry Friday round up is at Karen Edmisten's place today.