Shackles
December 16th, 2009
To begin with Here I am, this is me,
The one trying to break from shackles free…
To fly far away in the blue summer skies
Far away from tears ,pain, sorrows and lies.
The knots tying me down to this wordly place
Making it impossible for me to join the race.
I long to soar and the join the truimphant roar
Of each one who managed to slip through that door.
Each knot getting tighter each day by day
Leaving me with far less things to say.
Would there be any redemption for me
A day when I could just be myself and me??
Am sure its that moment I see lurking near
Giving me the strength n courage to face my fear.
Soon you will see my soaring oh so high.
A freedom that makes me reach out to the sky.
sis every word touched my heart
everyone wants that freedom
its on us to break those shackles
one of ur best creation
god bless u
@nira: Thanku Misty sis. Means a lot to me to knw you appreciate my work
Its funny because I’m trying to get away from writing the style you’ve used in this poem (I don’t know how to word it but basically the use of a period every two lines with the last words in every two lines rhyming [usually.]) But I guess its just the style I like the best and it stops me from advancing in other forms of writing. Not that I’m any good anyway hah.
I guess one should stick to what one enjoys writing
Am sure you are good and as for me I havent really explored too many styles of writing poetry 