To soar…

Written as part of Set The Challenge #8 and Weekend Wordle #8 at A Prompt Each Day. And shared with The Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Photo Clicked By Manu Remakant.


To Soar…

for long have these chains bound me;
I miss the glee of spreading my wings,
taking flight and finding the world,
letting the world to find me as I am;
I miss the joy of stepping into waves,
letting its chill warm my old smile;
in these chains, I’ve forgot who I am.
the words, slowly dying, need life,
for long have the wishes been lost.
the time has come to break free,
to world to see who I’m meant to be;
my dreams are but clouds so high,
not yet out of reach, so I’ll now try;
I wish, today, for me – I wish, to soar.


(© 25th July 2015)

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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

68 thoughts on “To soar…

  1. That’s the way it would be. To strive and yearn and bring oneself to a higher level all the time. Thanks for your APED Vinay! Like it for the variety and versatility!

    Hank

  2. One must definitely soar on those dreams when they are still within view…before they rise out of sight. If one wishes to soar, the right time to begin is today. Very good message in this poem.

  3. Once sat in a diner on my lunch break, letting my mind drift. It took me to a golden eagle chained and fiercely struggling to free herself. In my imagination, I saw myself break her chains. She told me her name and flew away and that has made all of the difference. Two days later, I heard Peter Gabriel sing Solzbury Hill and knew I was in the right place, doing the right thing. And you are doing the same.

    Elizabeth

  4. Breaking the invisible chains
    Bending the unseen bars
    May you soar, high above-
    Shedding the weight of troubles
    Relishing the air of freedom
    The unbearable lightness of being….

  5. “My dreams are but clouds so high, not yet out of reach, so now I’ll try.”
    Yes, while they can still be reached. There does come a time when it is too late. This is a lovely, positive poem.

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