My Journey, My Flag
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- Age 15
My journey, my flag.
The final salute,
She said as tears dripped down her face.
The words never came.
Her life, my pain.
The writing said it all, she was all gone.
The red flashing light said it all.
She passed away in spirit and soul, she’ll never go.
But that was the day the words never came.
Therefore, as she celebrated I cried.
I made it my duty that her words shall come through sunshine and rain.
That the words that failed to come will never see their last day…
Because as long as I shall speak
My power is for them, the words, to pay their duties for...her
And its at that time that they shall salute their flags.
So at last...the words will finally come.
Her tears, my sorrow….