With wings clipped I've been cast from above Sent throught he clouds As I stream to the earth With crooked halo And rain-soaked garb The wind whips at my back Thrusting thoughts afront my head Sent down from above With dignity stripped I stare at the approaching ground No chute to slow me No hand outstretched to hold me No arms to catch me As I fall For my wings are broken And I have been pushed So far now from my perch That I feel the earthen pull Taste the floating dirt Smell the murky swamps Sunshine's waning And still I fall But fire shoots up Ground cracks open Inviting me down I close my eyes Wind freezes tear drops Inhale deeply And pause in exile Falling... Waiting for the ground
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to
instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed.
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