Open Poetry #12 |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
I brake my chains, that bind me to you. I hold my breath, and wait a while. My reaction, my dependency a high price for me to pay. I feel the fresh rain, and for a long while I stand contemplating my freedom. A long road and a short road intersect me. The short one, leads me back to hell. The long one, leads me to heaven. I, then pray for my fears and confusion to wither away. My decisions are upheld, as I search for a better way. While I just enjoy the rain, feeling my freedom, without my pain. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
Lovely piece! i love the allusion and the imagery of your choice. Wonderful! "Death marks the beginning, not the end. It is our journey to God." --Billy Graham |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Walker, Wonderfully done you expressed your thoughts perfectly and I hope you get all you desire, Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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