Release.
My soul is a bird .. Born to sail the skies.
Alas it is trapped .. Imprisoned... Wings drooping like a wilted orchid ...
There's a battle being waged inside, brutal and bloody.
I am the casualty of my own war.
My life a black scab .. A wound that will not close ,
Already scarred and gouged and yet I pick it still!
I am a polluted river,
Full to the brim with the debris of others,
So full I can absorb no more and yet I cannot discard the flotsam that floats downstream , clogging my very existence.
I once was the cart that needed a horse,
The bucket that longed for a spade.
The dog who pined for an owner.
The hand that reached for a glove
I long to dredge this water, set it free on its journey.
To lie on the riverbank - lost in dreams.
My fears drifting away until it's as if they never were,
My soul set free to fly on the wings of hope and desire.
My river to swell until it is an ocean.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
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Ohhhhh CAMILLE ~ My heart aches with you ~ my heart aches for you. My prayer is always ~ That the water WILL be dredged and set free ~ that you WILL lie dreaming on the riverbank (love that image of you !) ~ you fears WILL drift away ~ your soul WILL be set free and your river WILL swell to an ocean ! I saw some hope in this last stanza ~ BUT ~ the rest was despair ! I'll be your Horse ~ Spade ~ Owner ~ Glove and pray for your RELEASE 24/7. My latest poem is HAPPINESS ~ please check it may help to lift your Spirits ~ you are too young and full of life to be restrained ~ please please press the release button NOW ! Yours with bear hugs ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian .. These are all the meanderings of life X
Our spirits are born to be free. Great write
Thanks Tony
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