Finding Me

April 20, 2011
By Meghan Hammond BRONZE, Winchester, Virginia
Meghan Hammond BRONZE, Winchester, Virginia
4 articles 11 photos 6 comments

All packed up but nowhere to go
I’m waiting for my chance to fly
Away with the wind, my wings want to soar
I can no longer stand good-byes

I’ve watched them leave what seems to me
Like a thousand times before
But I’ll keep waiting, for my chance to come-
Until I can’t wait anymore

Though my soul begins to damper
Through the thick and thin I will try
I must feel joy for the departing ones
Till we may meet in the sky

Now my time is on the rising
A new dawn for me has begun
It is my turn to take the chances
It is my turn to reach the sun

I’ll be off exploring new wonders
Discovering myself on the way
By the end I want to overcome
All the struggles of today

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