I want to stretch my back
And free my wings
Spread them wide, and soar
I wonder what it would feel like
To leave behind Worries and Woes
Fear, Trepidation, Responsibility
For a few precious moments,
Free and feather-light
A sweet sort of oblivion
Floating. Weightless.
Wind in your face. Whipping hair.
The sky is vast
It has no place for The Crap of Life.
To fly would be liberating. Soothing.
Like slipping from restless slumber, into sound sleep full of dreams
Just think,
No hopelessness, no despair
Only endless horizons
Bright with promise and mystery
Root my demons in the earth
Bind my doubts to the ground
So that my shadows will not follow
Into my place of light
Of never ending bliss,
When I take wing
The blue depths call to me
Unknown, beckoning, empty
White clouds
The hand spun cotton of the Gods
(Zeus is one lucky SOB)
A caged dove never trills,
It is never happy
It will not sing for you
Even if you poke it. Repeatedly.
It's songs of summer are trapped
In cold metal
If only my locked cage was sprung
My songs would be freed
And I would Soar
🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓
Ugh, sorry. What can I say? I have mocks coming up and all the studying was making me feel morbid and oppressed and all that shiz.
Be an optimist, Mominah.
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!!
I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY!!!!
*sung in a very off key tune*
Oh and, about the chickens. Apple doesn't have any graceful Eagles or birds in it's lame ass emoji selection. That was the only respectable looking bird. Pfft.
But ma chickens look awesome and no one better say otherwise. Unless they want to lose their ability to swallow.
Besides, who wouldn't want a chicken border line for their lame as hell poem that they wrote while they were humongously bored and simultaneously stressed cause they'd been mugging up 16 chapters of Pakistan history?
Everyone. That's who. Yeah.
Ahhhem.
Anyway, all rants aside.....I have no excuse for the stupid poem except, you know, freedom of expression. And of ranting. Sue me.
Have patience. I will come up with less crap in the future.
🐓 peace out.
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A Common Journey
PoetryA journey of a thousand miles starts with a resigned sigh. Before we take that first step, we hesitate, because we don't know what curveballs life will throw at us. Life's a bitch like that. No one is alone though. Everyone has to make this journe...
