I chase dreams
never daring to rise
beyond the water line
keeping to the reeds
and shoreline of familiarity
afraid of being shot down
Afraid that dreams aren’t mine
to claim, that I am damned
doubled cursed as woman
and child of sin
I will fall often
drown in pools of stagnation
till one day these wings
A mind of their own
will lift me up
and catch those dreams.
(Image my own)
great image and the wings will fly – yes!
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you will do it, VJ , you will do it ! have faith; panda hugs 🙂
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Thanks John
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Beautiful image, VJ, and soar high with those lifting wings.
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Thanks Eugi
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Beautifully written VJ.
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Thank you, Sadje
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Always a pleasure ♥️
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Wonderful imagery in word and imagery!
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Thanks
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Such a fine analogy with a superb illustration
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Thanks Derrick
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I love this. Beautifully written and expressed…
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Thank you!
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I believe you’re right about those wings. To notice them already there is a great awakening. And that they’ll do what you say in the end— oh yes, they will. I’ll be waving and cheering. Blessing. Beautiful audio. Xo
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THanks so much, Selma
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The poem and the image work beautifully together. I was glad to see the lifted wings at the end.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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A fabulous image, and I loved the fabulous imagery of your poem’s flying escapades, VJ
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Thanks so much, Ivor
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You’re most welcome, VJ
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