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The Vulture in Wait

The Vulture in Wait

Wandering through a desert,
I lost my footing over a dune,

And rolled down the sandy hill.

I awoke to a vulture pecking at my chest to eat my heart.

Why was it trying to take my heart away?

 

Though I am far from the desert now,

I can not trust my eyes to sleep,

Lest I awake to a vulture trying to take my heart away.

 

I go about my day,

Circled by this vulture.

With every beat in my chest, there is a peck

That seeks to take my heart away.

 

Wherever I may go,

Foul feathers lie in wait.

Peck, peck, peck, went the vulture's beak; however, it did not feast and know my taste.

So come what may, let me be brave.

Though you will seek, you will not take my heart away.

 

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Being Me

Beware those vultures! They're about. Great metaphorical write x

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Bernadete van d...

I have a soft spot for metaphors. This is really good, Amanda. 
Awareness leading to triumph. Excellent! 
Bernadete  

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Amanda Chapman

I'm very new to sharing my writings, this type of feedback is very encouraging to me to continue to share my writing (besides from my closest friends).

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