Hanna

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Only appearing as shy

She is of petite frame

With a slender waist

She carries herself well

Well-spoken and confident

Blessed with brown eyes

All of which disarmed me

But despite that or her size

I felt somewhat intimidated             

So, I admired her from afar          

For some unknown reasons

She’d ignored me every day  

But I always treated her well

I tell you; fifth grade was…hell  

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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9 thoughts on “Hanna”

  1. What a true beauty and picture of innocence. Fifth grade is definitely an age when you believe you have the world by the tail,as many believe this fallacy at that age. Life is difficult,but allow Gods strength to be your strength.
    Julia

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