Oh how she aches to be free
From all of life’s tragedy
To grow wings and fly away
Into skies not touched by gray
Where she could soar way up high
Touch the sun that lights the sky
Visit the moon and the stars
Have them erase all her scars
Feeling freedom on her face
As she finally takes her place
Among the clouds, soft and white
Where she can dance with delight
But she wakes and finds again
This life that she’s trapped within
January 11, 2012
Soaring Free
By jadedheart
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This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 11th, 2012 at 7:08 AM and tagged with clouds, dreaming, flying, freedom, growing wings, Moon, Poetry, stars, sun, wings and posted in Dreaming, Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
January 11th, 2012 at 2:19 PM
Would that the little bird could look behind her to see that open window to the sky!
January 11th, 2012 at 4:51 PM
So true, but so often we just overlook the open window, don’t we?
January 12th, 2012 at 2:58 AM
This is beautiful!
January 12th, 2012 at 7:12 AM
Thank you!