Adventuring World

Why couldn’t I just be born a wizard,
in a fantastic world,
where my emotions were dragons, 
striding some, taming others,

Adventuring in the woods behind my home,
Glancing in puddles with my long hair, 
because my muddy reflection wouldn’t show my face

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741