Once I flew from Earth to sky,
My arms were light bright feathers,
I didn’t ask how or why,
I simply had no tethers.
Flying high I couldn’t hear,
Any screaming from my home,
The horror would disappear,
And I was free to roam.
I flew through soft clouds of white,
I touched the heavens with ease,
My joy would light up the night,
As I danced among the trees.
Now my flying days are done,
I don’t recall the cruelty,
If one day I have a son,
I will teach him how to fly.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Online) - Published: January 3rd, 2025 01:42
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Comments5
Used to as a child dream of flying in lucid dreams. Haven't had one of those in a long time but this poem reminded me of that. Liberating was the feeling I got from this poem. Most lovely
Yes it doesn't matter how bad the family home is, it is possible to escape. Thanks for commenting
A sense of the freedom to roam, to do what and be who you like, a lovely read, enjoyed
Thank you so much
You are very welcome
A profound theme and intriguing manner that this poem resonates with a universal longing for escape and the desire to rise above life's challenges. Its lyrical quality and emotional depth of your wording make it a poignant and memorable piece.
Thank you so much for your kind critique. Always appreciated
Most welcome DWa 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
I think you are a song writer x
Thank you
Excellent write David
Danke, mein Freund
You're welcome
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