High

High as the wind.

Kite.

Delirium soaring

through my soul.

Weight.

Lifted from my

shoulders into.

Relief.

More beautiful

than anything except.

Sky.

Where my freedom

lies in the clouds so.

High as the sky.

Author's Note

When it was over, I was extremely relieved.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

This has a wonderful flow. I offer constructive critique though. You could make this even smoother by not adding the punctuation. The only reason I say this is because the punctuation is at parts that are not sentences. Also, by not using the punctuation, it leaves the reader asking questions. Other than that, this poem is hot. I like the flow and the descriptive language. It's good stuff.