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The mirror reflects the girl I was and the woman I am and the person that you once wanted me to become. Battered and dying as a flower by the wind and rain in the fall time has now caught up with me and made me see that all that you wanted me to be was never possible because you will not let it be. |
I don't think this is just a rant as you say... It's a simple direct poem. Of the evolution of a person as she grows older and she feels what she has strived to be for someone else is not what she's become...with no fault of her own but at the hands of the person she wanted so hard to impress... could it be a parent or a long time lover? "Battered and dying as a flower by the wind and rain in the fall" Perhaps if you put more lines like this your piece... you will feel it's worth the rank of poem instead of rant... Keep writing, Swanne | Posted on 2006-03-21 00:00:00 | by Swanne | [ Reply to This ] | |