Uprooted
Unearthed
My future awaits
in the bright winter sky
amongst the white winter flowers
Climbing the mountains of Colorado
and hiking the deserts of Arizona
This dull life must come to an end
fear is what I feel,
But every baby bird
must learn to fly
one way or another.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2018 13:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Perfectly worded, Nicole! Go spread your wings. The worst that can happen is that you fall on your head, but believe me it will be worth it! Nobody can develop their potential by sitting on their bum!
i love how you started this poem , with the idea of being uprooted and unearthed , makes me think of something which was stuck in one place, achingly wanting to leave its normal home and i love how you ended this with reference to the baby bird.. very nice
Thank you guys : )
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