A New Hope
What was wrong with me?
It was like a siren
Screaming inside me.
I wasn’t like them
Like a siren in the night
My scream would not fade
I was a banshee
my song flowing in the night
meant for things greater
Than I could ever know…
So there I was sat
on the rooftop in the night
singing my song
For all who would listen…
A lonely banshee
Looking down on everyone
as a protector
For my family…
We were all alone
The creator looked away
I was the one hope
For Humanity…
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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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