I stop
And stare,
Frozen
There is a choice to be made
Thoughts run through my mind
What if…
Maybe…
I don’t know…
But…
Doubts and chaos
Emotions running high
Could I?
I take a step
Light hits me,
Warmth
I see my shadow
It falls farther behind
Walking, skipping, sprinting
There is wind in my hair
Sun in my eyes
I’m laughing,
Gasping
Flying
I feel no pain, no ache
I am higher than the sun,
Lighter than the sky
I am an eagle,
Painted as I dip and dive
I am a cry of life,
A determined soul
I am myself,
A runaway
And I can fly
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Author:
M. Evermore (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
there's a Hungarian, proverb that goes:
'running away is a shame, but
It, Is: Useful!'..
(we must survive, to feel shame
and if we're alive n well, enough
to feel shame
then someday soon, maybe
we'll be afforded the opportunity
to redeem ourselves, but first
we Must, survive...!)
thank you! for sharing your wisdom
and remining us
we're not all, born to be conquering
heroes
and that's, Perfectly: Fine!
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