Hyndland Secondary School: Eve Alexander
I Choose Freedom
Your bittersweet sap sticks to my lips.
Your autumn fresh colour stays boldly strong;
Your profession brings death brushing close to us all.
Your deafening wail surges the blood.
Your beauty caresses everyones eyes,
And yet we are the ones left to cry?
You have no boundaries, savage as a she wolf.
You are knocked so slow, yet still you rise.
Rough and ragged you scar us so,
But we made the choices that only you know.
by Eve Alexander