Can see!
A bird is flying high in the clouds
I have higher ambitions
They attempt to kiss the sky
Can see!
I am kind of a book
Everyone’s read
None can comprehend
See!
I am kind of a riddle
Yet unsolved!
See how the land lies
I am an ocean made of bittersweet memories
Ensnared by the lack of laughter
Can’t move!
My knees
too weak!
My hands
tied!
I am stuck in the windless land
But
Remember my word
I feel encouraged by the pieces I am made of
See
I belong to
Poetry
Nature
Hopes
Dreams
Thus
I will rise!
Mizgeen A. Berzinari
December 2023
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Author:
Mizgeen Berzinari (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Poetry can certainly help raise us above the negatives of life. Can be a life saver. Allows our imaginations to find freedom.
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