self searching

Caroline Barber's English Blog

I am the blackness of midnight
I am the brilliance of a fresh day

A fighter delivering the blow
A free spirit wandering in the underbrush

I am the hand pulling you to the surface
and the claws yanking you down under

Scars and open wounds
the raw skin beneath

I am the waves of violins
and the pounding off the bass

The rush a hurricane
and the calm of the open ocean

The emptiness of falling
and the strength in standing

I am conflict.

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