A Chance Poem by Pink Pixie
If there was a chance, just one perfect moment in time.
Would I have the courage to take it, finally make something mine.
So many chances that I have watched pass me by,
never having the courage or the strength to try.
This scared little girl that is buried deep inside,
never lets me forget and warns me to hide.
Caught under the weight of things long since past,
forever trapped in the shadow it has cast.
Searching for courage, for hope, and for love,
constantly fearing that I'll never be good enough.
Looking for a lifeline, a way to finally break free,
say goodbye to that little girl and finally be me.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas