Heart of Fire
With a heart of stone
And a mask that hides the pain
She’s a warrior
She uses a cane
In getting from A to B
She’s a warrior
She may seem sickly
She’s not weak on the inside
She’s a warrior
Weakness and sickness
The earth, rotten to its core
was hard to hear now.
Its people, in hell
The fire and disorder
The screaming and cries
The creator, gone
Or so it seemed in the hell
Of their own making
People disappeared
Meteors fells from the sky
It was hell and fire
It came with a bang
And no one saw it coming
Everything was hell
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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