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Emily Rose Bunch May 2015
Flittering, fluttering, dancing in their flight
Glittering like emeralds throughout the night

The dance begins before sunset and goes on by the light of the moon
It is a ritual we hope won't end soon

In May every lightning bug gets excited
To this dance every firefly is invited

The dance begins when they hover in the air
Then one by one turn on their light for flair

They spin, dip, and dive
While others are continuing to arrive

The lightning bugs continue on through the night
Showing off their little lanterns of light

Finally, they come to a close
After this long dance, a firefly has to doze

Like candles being blown out, the green flashes of light are no more
But not to worry, they will continue for weeks until the final encore
This is actually a poem I wrote a few years ago on a camping trip.  Fireflies were starting to appear, and the Owl City song, *Fireflies* was stuck in my head.  Hello inspiration!
Emily Rose Bunch May 2015
In a field of butterflies I dance and dream
I am soaring high on my imaginary wings
All my worries are cast away
My fears and failures can wait another day
Emily Rose Bunch May 2015
Little girl go away
Don't come again another day
I am sick of you and your tears
And how you have followed me year after year
Take all your baggage, leave me be
I cannot handle your pain and misery
I run to a mirror to steal a glance
Let her be gone!  Let there be that chance!
As I look, she stares back
And my hopes fade to black
I touch her face, she touches mine
We are who we are, yet intertwined
She and I are the same
Same tears, same fears, same pain
We will never be apart, that is plain to see
Little girl, I am you and you are me
I wrote this poem about two years ago.  For quite a while I struggled with trying to please everyone, which by the way is quite impossible.  Being adopted, I wrestled with thinking I wasn't good enough for any one, even though my adoptive family gave me all the love I could ever want or even imagine.  Those issues traveled with me as I grew older, and became to be quite a problem.  You can't run from your past, you must deal with it.  Thankfully, my outlook has vastly improved.  That "little girl" can surface from time to time, but this woman knows better to think she is unloved.
Emily Rose Bunch May 2015
I will slam every door
Break every window
I keep my own score
I track every shadow

I sing my ballad in a loud voice
Hear me now all of you who gave me my lashes
I have made up my mind; I know my choice
I am a masterpiece made from ashes

Shame and rejection go to Hell
Fear and anxiety make your home in Hades
You no longer suit me well
My future is definite, no longer a haze of maybes
Emily Rose Bunch May 2015
Water and fire, dusk and dawn
A lonely heart's cry, like a wolf's song
Breathe into me, let this dead soul rise
Save me from a fiery demise
With You I want to dance, for You I want to sing
O death where are your shackles; and hurt where is your sting?
My shadows run; yet my scars remain
They are my story, not a guilty stain

— The End —