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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.