The Night

The lion
I am
to face
whatever
that comes my way

Like the lion
thats not afraid
and the bird
who always wants to fly

I stand
with the face
of many thats formed
and emotions are
dried tears

Looking in the mirror
of bad habits
only makes me
the rebel
from the scorpion stings

poem by Shai Cherry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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