This is actually one that I wrote a couple years ago as a transformation poem, but the inverse challenge reminded me of it, so posting it here with a few tweaks!
A spring in her step,
summer in her smile,
a laugh for winter days.
She picks up a book.
Dressed in brown leather,
here lies her page
pale in its glory.
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Her leathery face
drawn and worn with age
displaying her tired heart.
So softly she sits
on crisp white elm wood,
a loved yet faded story
finally open to the world.
With pages to discover,
her life on display.
About the Creator
Emmy B
I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!
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. . . .Hides in Caves Darkness, . . . . . . . Vile Victims Slash his Black Throat, . . . . . . . . . . . While Grabbing the Heart. . . .
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Comments (2)
Love the imagery of both book and person, and the change that comes upon them. Nice:)
This is uplifting both ways, how we can bring gentleness and vigour both to our lives.