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Soaring Free

March 27, 2011
By CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
10 articles 0 photos 220 comments

Oh, I’m a sucker, so fragile, so weak.
I need a lift to the mountain peak.
Wait, for awhile, realize I can’t climb that high.
I have no way to get there- That I cannot deny.

I’m no coward, no, I don’t feel pain.
There’s only one way out- and I pray in vain.
My simple life, to you, to your eyes.
If only you knew it’s this life I demise.

You see my disguise, you think, it’s real.
You see me smile- You don’t know how I feel.
Inside, I’m holding on, to pain and rage.
This person I am doesn’t want to engage.

I am a lonely soul, walking, without a clue.
I am- well, I truly don’t know who.
I am a girl, well mannered, polite.
I am a lady- however very uptight.

Sometimes, I throw fits, other times I throw stones.
Either way six feet under go the bones.
Fresh blood, rich meat, it makes worms go to work.
Eating flesh- tearing skin, those insects tend to lurk.

Forget, possibly forever, but the feelings don’t subside.
My brain holds memories- my mind can’t hide.
Memories, lingering, invading my thought.
They wish to stress and leave me distraught.

Adrenaline, rushing through my veins, surging.
There’s no defense from my body’s urging.
I cannot do anything, nothing, but surrender.
Seems to me that I am my own contender.

There is a fight, a battle, going on every day.
A war within my head- a war I cannot sway.
I sink, fall further, through a never ending hole.
Some think they gave me knowledge- but that’s really all they stole.

Within the lies, were lies they sold, lies I happened to believe,
Isn’t it odd how pain seems never to relieve.
Wincing, eyes closed, a final wish for a miracle,
It’ll come true I know it will- now that was satirical.

Amateurs, all around, trying to detain,
Take me to the mountain peak- where there is no restrain.
Where all of the strange, absurd, and the wild,
Tend to take my breath and leave me beguiled.

Soaring through the air, a bird, it hovers,
Gliding over the city- discovering it’s wonders.
Overlooking the ugly, this bird, it sings,
Nothing could hold it down- not even broken wings.

So I ask, why let others push, why let others shove,
I can be as free- as happy as this dove.
I will not be stunted, no, I will not ignore the omen,
Instead I shall pursue my dreams and say what I had left unspoken.



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on Jun. 7 2011 at 4:37 pm
myLovelyFather GOLD, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
And that's the thing about the future. It's unknown, unknowable, but before you know it, you're there.

in the way you describe this, i can tell where you're coming from. its a great analogy you used and i love the part about unspoken. i wrote a poem on that, though not on the website yet. could you read one of mine, maybe "the Illustrator," or "Untitled {legit}" on the Writer's Workshop forum? I love to hear from the people who inspire me ;)

on Jun. 7 2011 at 1:03 pm
Flyleaf_Rules SILVER, Bridgeport, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
My love for you is like a fake rose.

love it!! :D

on Jun. 7 2011 at 11:40 am
HaleyDRog. GOLD, Easley, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. -Robert Frost

Nice rhyme scheme. Great job!

CarolynQ GOLD said...
on May. 31 2011 at 7:26 pm
CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
10 articles 0 photos 220 comments
thanks so much !!! :D

stolen_bagel said...
on May. 31 2011 at 5:05 pm
stolen_bagel, Ottawa, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind" Gandhi

this is really good, it seems like this poem came from the heart. You should keep on doing what you do :)