In my English class we’ve been doing a poetry unit, and one of our assignments was to write a poem in the format of Identity by Julio Noboa Polanco with our own extended metaphors. Even though this wasn’t exactly my own work in the light that we were supposed to take from the original poem and incorporate it into ours, I still rather like how it turned out, so here ya go 😛

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Let them be the sun

Always brilliant, bright, bold

Yet so harsh and unforgiving.

I’d rather be the frigid rain,

pouring down on the ground below,

bringing forth life across lands.

From the clouds

where I was born,

To the fields and oceans

of earth.

Wind coursing through droplets

of water

and moving me towards

my destination.

I’d rather be regarded with distaste

and heal the wounds,

than be so stiff and impervious to

the horrors I have caused.

Though I might hear protest

and cries of indignation,

I’d rather be the fresh, fragrant aroma

of the new season

than the burning sensation

of flames up above.

If I could be the one create and raise,

I’d rather be

the dreaded rain.