Wednesday, June 4, 2008
First Abstract
and I wrote another poem called flying
answer with no end in sight
in a game where no rules apply
happy but sad at the same time
with a mind not ready to be read
but a bird who is ready for its flight
Holding on to what is given
with a heart that does the work
but a head that keeps on spinning
setting free leaving scared
in a challenge larger than me
running and sweat is dripping
down the back soaking wet
flaring arms grasping for air
while paying attention to the sound
of a loud heart beat pounding
birds praying watching
for every move that is made
but keeping a locked cage
holding the keys to the doors
soon open wide to solid ground
flying
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3 comments:
A woman with so many talents it's mad!! XX
awesome painting malin.
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