Finally, I Feel Free

March 8, 2010
By bec_rat BRONZE, St.Peters, Missouri
bec_rat BRONZE, St.Peters, Missouri
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Standing on the pier
feels like
standing on vast open land
all alone
with a flood of people.

I see the noise,
yet hear only the
gentle splashing,
of the innocent waves
colliding with the cylindrical legs
of the pier.

Life is at a standstill.

I taste the salt collecting
in the atmosphere
as the cold mist gently
caresses my body,
captivating my every thought.

I dread the idea of reality.

As the rip-tides steal
my everyday struggles,
the overwhelming presence
of the soul-grabbing water
takes control.

The pier stands strong
in the abundance of water—

I stand surrounded
yet secluded
and finally, I feel free.

The author's comments:
I want people to get a sense of hope when they read my poem. I want people to know that no matter what things will eventually get better. There is always a reason to keep moving forward.

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