My eyes always wander
Over to the perpetual sky,
And I am filled with the desire
To, simply, fly.
The endless blue
Pulls away my focus,
And I begin to dream
About growing a pair of wings.
No one else seems to understand
The ache inside of me
To disappear into the sunset.
How am I expected to concentrate
On the tedious trials of normality
When the only thing on my mind
Is the thought of packing a bag
And running to the sky's end.
Someday, my wings will finally grow
I can take flight.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2017 15:45
- Comment from author about the poem: I am sorry my posts are getting less frequent but I have exams coming up that I need to revise for, I hope I will be writing a lot more asap! :)
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Comments2
Wonderful write, Skye! You will take flight someday! You will have beautiful wings! Good luck on exams!
And I can't wait till I do! Thank you Christina 🙂
Skye, you are already flying high here on MPS! Your poem proves it. And thinking you did it all with 'training wings'!
Thank you Fred! It means a lot that you think my poems are "flying high" 🙂
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