Wings

A wish to fly

No malice, no pain, no fear,
When I twitch my toes
And move my arms,
I close my eyes and see the fire
In me
Burn and blaze and glow alight
With all the chained feelings
I have never expressed.
I give the music
A form of my soul;
I revel in it.
The music flows in me;
And I dance,
I twirl,
I jump and fly,
Spread my wings wide.
See me now--
See the scars that are glowing bright ,
See the tears that are silvery white.
Look at me;
The broken me,
Laughing with joy.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem reminds me that on life's journey we can all feel at times that our wings have been clipped in times of trouble. What a contrast that is from when we are feeling great and that the world is our oyster. We can surely fly high then. I enjoyed the movement and emotion conveyed in your lines.

Chris

[Mira]

Thank you for the review and am glad you liked it.

[Avelina Devi]

Even with broken wings we can learn how to fly. Keep on enjoying that freedom.

[Mira]

Thank you for the review.
And yes, I will keep up the flight.