With wings you can fly,
and she flew with her own wings.
She jumped and she flew
from that aerial view
to gather and inspire
stars, and a night made of sapphire.
Her feet, immobilized,
hung limp, dehumanized.
She was riding in the sky
with the clouds as her saddle,
leaned forward in the straddle,
gripped firmly on the paddle.
She rode to Neverland,
Foreverland,
or perhaps even Togetherland.
Where she was welcomed in with smiles,
not the constitutional trials.
And it's slipping away,
all the welcoming smiles.
No, come back!
She's not finished with this
dream of a life,
as if this life was anything new.
She saw this every night,
every time she closed her eyes,
and slept,
wept.
Remembering the blame,
when she was struck down as lame,
and never walked again.
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
