Though you clip the feathers
Of hope in my soul,
I long to be free,
To fly high above this gray sky.
My every breath you take.
And in your grip I stay.
Though I long to be free,
to fly high.
My body in chains is bound.
All hope is shattered,
With every dream unravelled.
Seems this life is lost,
Just too far gone.
I will never be free.
I will never fly.
Now I see my hope,
I see those dreams.
They dance with the sun,
Just beyond reach.
I try hard to grasp
For what I see,
Now feathers are growing,
As life is returning.
I may soon be free.
Again I will fly,
Beyond this pain,
Into that once blue sky.
Congratulations, Alaura on your Honorable Mention! Woot! I love love love this poem. It is so beautiful.
I agree with Kelly, this is beautiful. Congrats!
thanks so much gals... glad you liked it!