Upon the wind I ride as if more gossamer than air a drifting soul aloft the clouds of sorrow and despair self-inflicted turbulence from thoughts act like brick walls hindering progression but to stop would mean to fall so higher now I climb upon an eagle's spread wings the sky's a road unpaved yet leads directly to my dreams and though the sky is clouded my optimism will not stray I am a soldier in a battle fighting for a better day
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I went through some very hard times. I wound up with a lot of time on my hands when I wrote this and had so much frustration inside me. Everything seemed bleak and for the longest time I fought for my life and my chance at normalcy. I was staring at grey walls and all I could picture was the sky and where I truly wanted to be in my life. My escapism did not last because my thoughts simply kept leading me back to reality. However, I knew that I would have a chance to redeem myself and build a better reality, and here I am.
Comments (2)
thanks for sharing your poem
fighting for a better day
Deeply poignant, keep writing, poetry is superb for a troubled soul.