I Am Flying Now

December 9, 2011
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I am flying,
My feet barely touch the ground;
The music washes over me,
I roll and bruise my sound;

I dance no longer to your beat,
It no longer sings to me;
I have my own tune now,
A melody to be added onto;

I sit by and watch your dance,
I silently wait for my turn of expression,
A language of its own,
With no present companion;

I dance my own choreography,
How proud I really am;
Only a bit of my music is not my own,
A scatter of lost and found;

Only rarely now,
Do I feel the need to stand,
To join you in your dance;
But I have my own dance now.

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sbets said...
Aug. 1, 2012 at 8:40 pm

Wow. This is amazing. I am stunned. Absolutely beautiful.

Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! Thanks!

so_joy replied...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 7:55 pm
^That's me
BlackPhoenix said...
Dec. 20, 2011 at 3:29 pm
kind of a carpe deim throwback it's not always easy to march to the beat of your own drum, nice work
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