Sunday, January 25, 2015

Mag Pie Tails 255

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


I will soon fly

Freedom is precious

Have a wonderful day and remember to laugh and play.Photobucket


Kutamun said...

Oh, the delicious uncertainty of metamorphosis ....

Theresa Milstein said...

I like the question, where are my wings?

Berowne said...

"I know there should be more" - and there is! Well done.

angela said...

Sums up exactly how I feel right now. Thanks for sharing xx

Derek said...

This is a very atmospheric post. Very thought provoking. Thanks.

Have a good week.

Kathe W. said...

who knew that butterflys could sigh

Tess Kincaid said...

This pairs quite nicely with the name of your blog...

Susan Anderson said...

Perfect poem for an empty nest. I truly relate.


Carrie Van Horn said...

Thought provoking true and beautifully spoken. :-)

Smita said...

Be determined
For success ain't easy
Be determined
For your success ain't hazy