Regel Posted February 1, 2005 Report Posted February 1, 2005 Ugly Duckling When I was ten I rarely smiled, Too hard to tell you why. Hated, hunted, hurt and riled, My happiness had said goodbye. The ugly duckling with a broken wing I grew up believing this lie This life would be the only thing I'd know until I died. The Swan Slowly gaining strength and size I changed alot on the outside Discovered that I could be wise I challenged and I defied Emerged and realized one thing There was never an ugly duckling with a broken wing.
Peredhil Posted February 1, 2005 Report Posted February 1, 2005 I *LIKE* this!!! The structure, the scheme, but most of all, the meaning. Amazing how many swans we have here - who still persist in comparing themselves to ducks and therefore failing miserably at "all the important stuff".
Sweetcherrie Posted February 2, 2005 Report Posted February 2, 2005 I have been here for only a short time now, but it's poems like this one that make me feel very happy that I have found the pen. It's a message full of strenght to me. *Thanks* - Sweetcherrie
Appy Posted February 6, 2005 Report Posted February 6, 2005 You did it again I enjoyed this immensely, like most of your work it seems. Layered but to the point. Thank you for writing and posting *hugs*
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