Fretful Persistence

Fretful Persistence

A Poem by JelliFyshKissUs

I fly... I soar... I am...

I am afraid…
That I have allowed 
My wings
To whip the sky
Far too long

I fear…
That I have slashed through the skin 
of too many clouds
And collected its wool in my feathers

I am scared…
That the height at which I soar
Intimidates the stars
That each flap licks the brightness
Like fickle candles

I worry..
That my ascension grants me
A scolding from the sun
--For who would dare block
The glory of such a majestic beam?

I am concerned…
That they will unite
And deliver me a portentous blow
Before I reach the pinnacle 
Of my rise

But I am afraid…
There is nothing they can do
To stop the wind   
From kissing the feathers
Beneath me
To stop my wings from beating
Against the air
To stop me from gaining
A piece of the glory
For myself

© 2011 JelliFyshKissUs

Author's Note

Trying to keep OT from a conniption. Here you are, friend :)

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Sounds like an interesting undertaking, but remember what happened to Icarus! An interesting and inventive write. I enjoyed the read. ~ Robert.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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No there really is nothing they can do to stop reaching the heights, with work like this no one would dare to clip your wings..

Posted 8 Years Ago

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ahhh here it is - my favourite of many favourites of yours - love this one! glad you've put it back up!

Posted 8 Years Ago

This was one of the first poems of yours I read, and I was blown away by its perfection. It's great to get to read it again.

Posted 8 Years Ago

you are already as much glory as they can put in a package your size

Posted 8 Years Ago

Fly Strawberry girl , your wings were made to soar upon your dreams , your words give breath to our own

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on October 13, 2011
Last Updated on October 13, 2011
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