Tempest within
Blows a whirlwind
Stones thrown
Alone
Salty tears fall
Plain and small
Never enough
Overlooks the bluff
Empty words
Sings the mockingbird
Floats a feather
Scarlet letter
Bonfires burn
Hope spurned
Wind whispers
Candle flickers
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless?
You think wrong! I have as much soul as you,--and full as much heart! And if God had
gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you
to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!
--Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
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