Blade (an acrostic poem)

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Beware and respect her razor-sharp edge

Lest you take her for granted and she cuts you up

And watches as you bleed out in front of her

Don’t ever question her temper

Even though she may bend, she will never break

Go For It (an acrostic poem)

Green traffic light cuts the darkness

Opening the way for me

 

Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels

Outside becomes surreal

Racing through this new reality

 

Itching to shift it into the next gear

Throwing caution to the wind, I do it

 

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Ambush (an acrostic poem) Arise part 3

As Sarah followed the scent, she felt the tension rising

Muscles knotted as she almost slithered through the brush

Briers pulled at her short hair.  She could feel sweat in small cuts

Using a small bush as a place to rest, she got her breathing under control

She looked back for the two others that had followed her

Her sweat turned cold when she felt a metal pressed against her neck

 

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