Sappy Poem 9
She’s on top of the world,
the wind blows through her hair,
whispering in her ear as it blows by;
it won’t let her forget.
The mountain begins to crumble beneath her feet,
everything begins to change.
She questions how she got here,
when did everything fall apart?
She moves on, but she never forgets.
She watches as everyone around her changes,
but she stays the same.
Maybe not to them, but to herself.
When the world thought she was broken,
she proved them wrong.
She never gave up,
never put her head down.
She’s strong,
unable to be broken.
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