Treasure Island

Amelia Murray

(27 December 1995)

Finding Your Own Identity


The sounds of a distant violin filling the empty sky.
The rhythm speaking about a lost love,
someone lost in an ocean of black doves,
all ignoring his agonising outcry.

All dressed in black they come.
Their horses sighted first though the thickening mist.
There is no use in trying to resist,
but he refuses to take societies venom.

He stands up proud.
Taking a step to the covered path.
He knows that it might be a bloodbath,
but he won’t succumb to the clouded crowds.

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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You find your own identity when you start your own life. It starts when you take your own path. Get off the high way that society creates. Being 'abnormal' is a gift. Why be anyone but yourself.

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