Poetry

[Coeur]

I'm posting this here because my new computer doesn't have microsoft word. VERY annoying.

I don't write as often as I should. I usually wait to feel "inspired" and my inspiration is contemplativeness and sadness. This poem describes how I've felt for the past two years.

I'll post more poetry here later.

Wingless

In childhood I dreamed
of what I would become
A pristine, golden image
of talent to win from

I felt that I would touch the sky,
no limits to my wings
I saw a vibrant future world
where fortune always sings

I now have reached that final point,
I’ve opened future’s door
and only now I realize that
I’m far more broken than before

I see the gaps where wings should be,
a tear where I should smile,
a broken heart where wholeness was,
Instead of flight, I sit awhile

Here I wait and watch the sky
where I still wish to soar
I hold my many inner wounds
and watch time pass, desiring more

Analyzing where I am,
I muse where I would be
if I had reached my standards,
if I had sprouted wings

I’m like a grounded bird
I’m like a fruitless tree
I’m like a soundless song
Most of all, I’m not like me

Wounded by what could have been,
I see what should have passed
If I had built the wings myself,
I would not expect triumph fast

So now I don my makeshift wings,
my waiting time has died
If I take flight only to fall,
at least that I can say I tried

 

[Ayeaye]

wow, I don't read poetry but i like it