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A Poem by Emily B

I find I am taller since

I learned to express myself.

You doubt me?

I could not reach the sky, before

I could find no light

when my growth

was stunted by fear.

From this height,

I can touch stars and clouds.

I hear new notes

in melodies and giggles.

A creator divine, I build castles in air--

word by word.

And I can fly. . .

(you doubt again)

when the birds aren't watching.

They might laugh, you know.

And I am vast--

I can reach round the earth

to care, to soothe, to touch

an aching heart.

Standing tall, I know no stranger

only travelers

walking, working, living,

learning like me.

I might have been the vaguest,

the slightest person in the room--

but that was before

I found my words.

© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
I'm not really here to share my poetry, you know. It's all about giving that one word where it's needed. Maybe it's my purpose in life.

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jeeeeeeeeezzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeee. i love this!! i was really suprised. this poem is really unassuming, and present like it will be just like a lot of other poems, but you wrap it up nicer, with more inspiring words and images, and it just works wonderfully!

"And I can fly. . .

(you doubt again)

when the birds aren't watching.

They might laugh, you know. "

love that. love the humor, love the fact that you're aware others doubt us, as artists.

and the last line? lakjd;faklsjdkfl;aklfja

loveyou :)



Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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J
Hints at Maya Angelou-ish expression, this one does, yup--that search for identity which blossoms when a true passion is found; in this case, poetry (of course) and perhaps other arts. God knows I would be lost without this. And what you say is true: a burgeoning confidence is found once you stop being a wallflower and learn to reveal your true self, your true voice to this world.

That's what I got out of this. Perhaps it's nowhere near what you intended... haha.
J

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Finding our own voice is such a wonderful thing both as a person and as a writer...knowing that you can voice yourself on anything, create worlds, discover things about language and even create your own...we have a wonderfully freeing power. I loved this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow this is amazing. I love it. Beautifully written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jeeeeeeeeezzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeee. i love this!! i was really suprised. this poem is really unassuming, and present like it will be just like a lot of other poems, but you wrap it up nicer, with more inspiring words and images, and it just works wonderfully!

"And I can fly. . .

(you doubt again)

when the birds aren't watching.

They might laugh, you know. "

love that. love the humor, love the fact that you're aware others doubt us, as artists.

and the last line? lakjd;faklsjdkfl;aklfja

loveyou :)



Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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