By: Addison Byrne
Stark contrast made me easy to spot,
rogue, yet exquisite in thousands of ways.
The tempest opened up to let me land,
soft, yet enticing with rich words.
Adapting to pricks that tore at my wings,
bleeding, yet pools of light shone through the dark.
Once the prey, now strikes the chord,
harmonious, yet…defiantly leading the course.