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by deeplydesturbed Aug 10, 2016
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try,
A dwindling world below your worn out feet,
The furious wind lifts you far and high.
Your life is small; the endless sky is vast,
Take a flaming chance and roll the dice,
Above grey clouds you'll soar in flight at last,
The life before you is your paradise.
All that you want and need is called a sin,
The crumbs of love locked away in a cage,
Nobody sees the heart shining within,
The crumbs of love locked away in a cage.
Far over tall mountain peaks of snow-white,
Fly high and don't surrender in your fight.
N, a very strong write! It shows a lot of growth and empowerment which is wonderful! You go girl! Well done-
Thanks Brenda for reading :)
A very powerful, moving piece.
by Ben Pickard
Your poetry is quite literally getting better and more accomplished by the day; you have a real flair for rhyme in general.
Thank you - i have decided im starting to fight back!! :)
Id love to see myself a year from now. And compare :)
"A dwindling world below your worn out feet"This line hit home. It's how I feel about the world I live in today. I'm worn out from walking a meaningless existence.
Thank you for reading belle.
A truly stunning piece, I see your style is evolving beautifully. Proud of you! :)
My favorite line was definitely: "The life before you is your paradise." Sums up everything I neglect every day of my life.
Thank you! :)
I'm glad you enjoyed :)
obviously it is not quite there yet! but I am learning (with a LOT of help!)
I dont know why it posted twice LOL :) but ty
by Larry Chamberlin