"The Metaphor" -Poem Reflection by Charlotte

The Matches

Miss Hancock was a box of matches

She set everything on fire

She has illuminated my life

As time passed by

She used up all the matches she had

To bring us the intelligence and dream

Miss Hancock was described as old fashioned

Therefore I thought matches were too ancient

And just like others, I tried to get a lighter

She was desperate, disappointed

She was trying to present to us what she had

However she seemed to be too immature

She was the best choice

But only for our childhood

Safe and secure, we will never be harmed

I never thought that her fire would be extinguished

I tried to light her up again

It didn’t work successfully like I thought it would be

I was desperate, regretted

I was trying to present to her that I have grown up

However she will never be awakened again

She offered me the power to believe in myself

She offered me the ability to have dream

She offered me the courage to fight for it

Miss Hancock was like a box of matches

Who was strong enough that could ignite itself

And turned out to be the firework in the sky