Secret Identity Poem by Megan (Houston Asia Society)

the storm once brewing

has fallen.

the tragic news spreads

quick.

loneliness seeps all in.

Tears gush, and she

toon feels sickthe storm once brewing

has fallen.

the tragic news spreads

quick.

loneliness seeps all in.

Tears gush, and she

toon feels sick

Alone with no one to turn to/

In the dark with nowhere

to go.

She searches for a place

to start anew.

A place where there’s nobody

to know.

As she wanders the

Deserted streets,

A figure appears in

the distance.

The stranger approaches

then takes a seat.

They whisper “It’s time

to join the resistance. ”