Running Up That Hill
Right now, the world was in turmoil.
Under the thumb of hell
Nowhere left to turn
Nowhere left to hide
Into her soul, she went
Nestling it close lest it is taken from her
Growing up too fast.
Under the dawn of the sky
Priding herself on her strength
Today was the day when everything changed
Hearing the voice call to her
Angelic and true
Tempted by the devil, the shadows followed her
Hearing the call
Inner peace
Lasting moments
Lingering for a lifetime
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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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