Am I free
I still can't see
I feel so strange
A bit deranged
I know there should be more
Do I have to open the door
Where are my wings
Sigh
I will soon fly
Freedom is precious
Freedom is precious
Have a wonderful day and remember to laugh and play.


10 comments:
Oh, the delicious uncertainty of metamorphosis ....
I like the question, where are my wings?
"I know there should be more" - and there is! Well done.
Sums up exactly how I feel right now. Thanks for sharing xx
This is a very atmospheric post. Very thought provoking. Thanks.
Have a good week.
who knew that butterflys could sigh
This pairs quite nicely with the name of your blog...
Perfect poem for an empty nest. I truly relate.
=)
Thought provoking true and beautifully spoken. :-)
Be determined
For success ain't easy
Be determined
For your success ain't hazy
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