We made the decision to go on
to dance anyway despite the song being wrong.
The music was not right
a little out of tune.
A lot like life.
As we try to sway
maladroitly
recovering from the pyrexia of this life
The flexuous twists and turns
that we can barely hold onto.
But we have tried to grow our wings and fly
like two retarded doves
escaping into the wind.
We are not beautiful,
but our struggle is.
There is beauty
in all crazy things.
We are not flying into the sunset
but the sunrise we created.
In a list
A contest entry
- Anything you want by Maximum.
600 points, ended August 15, 307 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Comments
-
We are not flying into the sunset...but the sunrise we created. Two retarded doves! Love is never easy to hold onto. But to keep trying, makes it even better. ~Sie
Adding your comment:
