Future without you
calls in poised voice
to throw of rusty chains.
To rise above storms,
fly with the hawks…
I’m ready,
I must go...
A contest entry
- 20 words or less/12 entries...Open by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended July 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Have been here before...sometimes we have to spread our wings and fly, finding ourselves and our freedom...love the ending...
thank you for sharing!

