Tethered SoulA Poem by Amanda Richelle
Blankly spinning without knowing why,
Tethered souls do not freely fly, The sensation, though is NOT hard to come by... Believing in "will" Enjoying the "thrill" Societal demands so shrill... Convinced we "know" Proven to "grow" Maya's evolving show... This illusion that I see, Is the greatest journey to ever be: Death becoming me. © 2015 Amanda Richelle |
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Added on July 21, 2015 Last Updated on July 21, 2015 Author
Amanda RichelleKansas City, MOAboutI am an introspective biographer (meaning I like to journal...) I have always enjoyed writing poetry, but have had resistance to sharing. My goal here is to share ideas, and any feedback on making tho.. more..Writing
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