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By , Eureka Springs, AR
I feel the fake sense of calm
As icy as the raindrops
Pouring all around my head.
They're wearing thin,
The tendrils holding me,
Keeping me,
From going completely insane.

From somewhere deep inside,
I let my wings erupt outward.
They cradle me gently
In the storm-laden sky,
And I ignore the iciles that
Seep through the silky feathers.
No matter how shaky
My flight may be,
I'm free.
For the time being,
I'm free...





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willowwriter said...
Jul. 3, 2011 at 9:30 pm
I really like this poem. It is very good. Keep writing. :)
 
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