In My Time I'll Fly

Be still my restless heart

   As you lie within my breast

Don’t slip away in liquid time

  Until I rest my quest

 

Stay hushed and calm and still

   Within my tender, wounded cage

For inside a passion seethes

    A broken heart blinded by its rage

 

Stones and staves and blades

   Sullied, bloodied by heartless sword

Yet still, a survivor never resting

  As you wield your merciless words 

 

When my echoed footsteps fall

   I’ll trod quiet out of sight

From tree to tree with shelter found

  Like a whisper heard at night

 

Thy pity did not dwell

  In remembering how I cried

In empty infinite, intimate spaces

  You left a broken soul that died

 

But yet I stand, although my ravaged heart

   With secrets and tattered pieces

I proudly stand survivor still

   Until my pain it ceases...

                         Then....

               In my time I'll fly

 

LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

C/R 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Reviews

[Tom Benson]

Your delivery in this piece is superb. The emotion is raw and continues throughout which is what makes the whole poem so impressive.