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Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continue to fight. One holds never-ending dominance Relentlessly mocking and scolding. The slanderous one, better known as the chief The master, better known as my back bone. The other wolf; the sufferer, Facing the horror of the fire. Like luscious, vibrant air filled with beauty and self-worth With the intensity and beauty of a glowing golden sun, Glittering as it beams among the surface of the waters. The lustrous one, better known as my daydreams The lovely one, better known as my pure naked self. Like two scorpions in a bottle, There was a fight between evil and good. The winner; the one the operator chooses to feed, The winner; a display of my blindness. Blindness, lacking the sense of sight; sightless. Blind to the naked beauty and worth of the lovely wolf, The starving wolf. Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continued to fight inside of me. The delightful became liquified into dark raw evil, Leaving me drowning, gasping Gasping the slightest bit of that air of self-worth. (C) Emily Mckusker 2016
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
This me, like two scorpions in a bottle
Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continue to fight. One holds never-ending dominance Relentlessly mocking and scolding. The slanderous one, better known as the chief The master, better known as my back bone. The other wolf; the sufferer, Facing the horror of the fire. Like luscious, vibrant air filled with beauty and self-worth With the intensity and beauty of a glowing golden sun, Glittering as it beams among the surface of the waters. The lustrous one, better known as my daydreams The lovely one, better known as my pure naked self. Like two scorpions in a bottle, There was a fight between evil and good. The winner; the one the operator chooses to feed, The winner; a display of my blindness. Blindness, lacking the sense of sight; sightless. Blind to the naked beauty and worth of the lovely wolf, The starving wolf. Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continued to fight inside of me. The delightful became liquified into dark raw evil, Leaving me drowning, gasping Gasping the slightest bit of that air of self-worth. (C) Emily Mckusker 2016
This was written from one of my grade 11 students, who struggles with anorexia. Her poem touched me; I had to share it with my HP friends. She has given me permission to post it publicly.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
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