Freedom from Dying

The hallow sky calls my name

As I strap on my wax wings getting ready to take flight

 I look up at the indigo blue sky melting away into a fiery red. I then look into the deep eyes of my future; Dark ‘n’ stormy but at the same time warm  ‘n ‘welcoming Like a mother’s arms reaching out to you.

 A step turns into a stride a stride turns into a run a run turns into flight. I soar where the birds live and swim in the air.  The sun is melting away my freedom; my freedom of dying..I float above the ground but below the sky. Should I stay awhile or should I go?

  Obstacles are getting in my way coming from every angle hitting me hard.

 Above and beyond I shall go where worries disappear.

Where I can stay forever ‘n’ just enjoy what I should have a long time ago; Life.

 The hallow sky calls my name and I answer.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a skill writer. Your words are beautiful and the story so good. To fly into the sky would be the greatest of all freedoms. I like the total poem. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[YoungWriter20095]

OMG this really speaks to me...girl keep it up