Fright Fight
An original poem
by Deborah Jane
Hair stands on end –
oh what a fright
Unsteady heartbeat –
no end in sight
Churning and burning –
horrible plight
Mind playing tricks –
loss of might
Ready the wings –
prepare the flight
Rely on the soul –
win the fight
Yours truly, the small child grew to a vertically challenged adult. Never diminutive in passion, Strength, or courage. An innate creative power pack, evoked a continuous deluge of words . This emotion led to lead and papyrus .
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