I rose like a phoenix, Leaving ashes behind.
Remnants of a life, the unfulfilled kind.
I soared through the clouds, eyed the world below.
A herding of sheep, no where to go.
I wish upon them wings, I wish them take flight.
I pray for them and hope, that they conquer their plight.
When you’re amongst the herd, blindness ensues.
Your sight is fixated, on other people’s views.
Just understand, the potential you hold, what will your memories be filled with, when you’re grey and old?
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyday I sadly see people trapped in the negativity of their own minds I wish and pray that they would have that moment I have where I realised what mattered it flips the world on its head and happiness blossoms
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Comments1
Good and solid advice for those who want to find positive thinking. A memorable red.
Thank you Fay 😊
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