Upon the wind I glide,
no longer captive to false love.
Free the indignity of failure,
soaring now to light of hope
of tomorrows.
Bound no longer my own lies.
Sweet flight of true freedom.
Author notes
Artist: Hazel Billingsley
It really feels good when we move on in life. Just taking the first step is the hardest. Leaving an abusive relationship to simply changing jobs. That taste of freedom can be so sweet.
A contest entry
- Quickie Pic Prompt/PIF by Carolina Moon.
450 points, ended August 6, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
Wonderful take on the prompt. So very well expressed. Congrats on the silver.
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Well said! There is a special taste to freedom and you've captured it here... Well done.
Ken
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Thank you for reading and commenting with such support.
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I couldn't agree with your notes more..and I loved the message in your poem as well. Very well said.
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Thank you for making me think and for the Silver
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You are most welcome..loved your write. Your words are always beautifully written.
Linda
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