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Posted: 5/8/2009 - 3 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 0 trackback(s) [ Trackback ]
Category: Poem

I open my eyes

And the first things I see are the blues of the sky

The whites of the fluffy clouds

 

In other words,

My cocoon has hatched

 

The warm soft breeze

Sounds like my acoustic

When my fingers and the chords meet

So sweet like a lullaby,

Like my mother’s voice when she’d sing to me

 

I want to fly

I want to go into the oh so soft breeze

I want to bask in my mother’s voice

I want to soar into the depths of my future

But I cannot

 

I can’t because of the tug on my wings

That seems to be holding me back

I turn around to inspect

And I find that face

The one that haunts me

The one whom I cannot forget

 

The one that belongs to my father

I look down

To try to think of a plan

To escape the clutches of my father

And in the midst of my thoughts

I see her

 

I see jess

The same one who wants to project her voice

The one that swears she

Will do as she pleases

 

And only then do I remember what she has done

Why she deserves to be down there

And I stop thinking of my evil plan

And I give in

For I will not add more to the pile of pain

 

As soon as he saw me retreat

He did the thing I never thought as a possibility,

He let go!

 

I flew as fast as I can go

I soared! I basked!

I spread my wings to the fullest

All the way until the true colors of my butterfly were shown

 

 

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