Hello everyone and this is my first time trying leah pov. Hopefully i did well. The poem in the story is written by me sooooo any feedback on it would be good. I really want review on this cuz it my first one-shot for twillight. ANNNNND i guess that's it, read and tell me wat you think.
As she walked into her house after a too long day, the anger she was feeling earlier had now turned to a bitter sadness. Everyone was right, she was bitter, but she knew in her heart that she had every right to be.
I mean what right does she have to ask me that, after everything. What in hell could possibly posess her to ask me to be her god damn bridesmaid.
She pushed open her bedroom door and grabed her notebook from her bedside table and flopped down on the bed. The notebook in her hands holds all her secrets, memories, and dreams. She loves the notebook because she can pour her heart and soul into it and it can never judge her. She opens it to a new page and begins to write what she knows she cant say.
Her bark and cries can be heard from miles around.
She howls at the everglowing moon.
She wimpers and she wails.
Night and day,
For what seems like an eternity.
Waiting for when someone will come to her aid.
Pull her out of the darkness.
So that one day she can see the radiance that is light.
She wants someone, anyone,
To guide her.
Show her the right way.
She wants to escape.
She holds her paw out to passerbys.
All just keep walking,
To the safety of there happy lives.
Day and night,
Night and day.
She follows the same road.
One filled with gloom and sadness.
The hurt of her memories strangle her,
Blocking any chance of light to enter.
So she has no choice,
She crys for help.
Constantly, Endlessly.
But noone ever comes.
So she's left to drown in her sorrows.
Left with a broken heart,
And a shattered soul,
She weeps.
The wolf in her poem reminds her of herself.
After everything that has happened, im left looking like the bad one because I cant stop the way im feeling.
She tries to hold back the tears that threaten to fall, but like her poem she has no choice, she weeps. She weeps of a love cast aside, of painful memories of lost and she grieves for the strong person she used to be that got lost in the darkness.