She Is.... Poem by Samantha Jaramillo
She Is....
Air and dust rise
To hear her last cries
Her last not because she's gone
But because she has begun
A caged bird you might call her
But that is not what she is.
No, for she is a wolf
Hiding in our midst.
A dragon, her head held high
Never letting her Heart of Hearts die.
Perhaps a phoenix is closer to the truth
Fiery and free
Her death and birth both one thing
Something we cannot see.
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3/17/2026 7:49:50 AM # 1.0.0
Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Samantha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks