Hey, I'm 14, and I enjoy poetry but I don't really have any advice on it. So could some of you give me advice or critique whatever needs to be on this poem?
Some days I feel like a dancing gust of wind,
New and carefree, swirling throughout my life.
Other days I feel like an old anchor,
Not blemished by rust but by worries and regrets.
My friends are motors to a hot air balloon,
Pulling me back to Earth when I'm too far away,
And lifting me up when I'm too far down.
Who knows what type of dance this wind could lead,
Or how far this anchor could sink.
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