Thursday, March 6, 2014

Gianna V illuminate "As I Grew Older"


As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.- This is a hyperbole because being young is not that long ago compared to a century or                                                                                                                                                                                                                 two.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—  - This is a simile because it compares two things using like or as.
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
Shadow.
I am black.    
I lie down in the shadow.    
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Find my dream!
To smash this night,                                    
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun! 

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