Filled with rage,
locked in her cage
of despair,
she seeks freedom
longs to soar without care.
Angels take flight
in the dark night
of dreams;
Heaven opens arms..
in radiance it gleams.
Eyes search the sky,
her heart asks why
it must be;
If angels can soar,
why can't she be free?
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Such a beautiful poem, Cheryl! Very well written!
Beautiful and powerful! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
I can feel her frustration Cheryl
An excellent write.
Thoughtful introspective song~
So very lovely Cheryl!
very beautiful and sad. loved it!
it speaks to the heart
lovely poem
You always write such beautiful poems Cheryl! You really have a gift!
thanks for sharing your poem
rage filled and wing-bound, "why?", "when?", "if not now...?"
entry point query for clean departure
or... wick diffusing survival...and disciplined endurance--- of a non martyred style...choices and questions to bring a horizon into view
cleanly, cleverly, shared, m'dear
With freedom comes responsibility. Maybe she's not quite ready for it yet. Hmm.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
To soar on the wings of love perhaps. Brava, Cheryl. Thank you for posting to our group.
Love the poem and these lovely responses.
You have tickled the minds of your readers
I can feel this one, the want, the need for flight but the frustration of being able to flee. Wonderful Cheryl.