Soar Into Freedom

Thoughts.

Seduced by the clouds, I am bewildered

Moving at a snail's pace in the breeze

Morphing into shapes at their own will,

Care-free in the heavens of our Earth.

 

My back to the ground in steady breathing

I am reminded of her peaceful nature.

A bluebird singing his own tune,

Atop a tree branch - leaves dancing in the wind.

 

Time freezes in this moment,

My imagination takes flight.

I need to forget what bounds my heavy heart

To the chains of hopelessness and despair.

 

Freedom calls my name from the clouds

As I yearn for a reason to let it all go.

When will it be my turn to grow a set of wings

And soar...?

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oh so lovely! One thing I like about your work is the powerful beauty of it, wrenching as always xoxo

[Lily Mae]

"Seduced by the clouds, I am bewildered
Moving at a snail's pace in the breeze"
I love the image this created in my mind.. and I could relate to this poem very much. To need for wings and the ability to fly...sigh.. :) xo