"R.E.M" Poem (from Honors Contract)

“R.E.M”

The dainty white feather is what I lay my head on at night.

It floats like a butterfly, so I sleep peacefully and tight.

I drift off into the deepest slumber, letting all my worries flounder,

So, my imagination has all its chances to ponder.

I “Fly like a butterfly”,

“Sting like a bee”

I believe that there is hope beyond the horizons

And the eyes that can see.

I shout over the tallest mountaintops,

And scream the highest pitch,

With all my might, through the tears that I cry,

These wounds are what I beg of Him to stich.

The barriers close,

The waterfall stops running profusely

I awake from my slumber,

Drowning out my sorrows that had become unruly.

I am proud of her.

This is the new me.