I read this poem, and without conscious effort, as I reach the end, a sigh escapes; and I feel as if I've been slapped with reality, my blinders pulled from my face. To be aware. To be authentic. To care. To give a damn about something or someone other than yourself. To see what is possible, because it is. To let the troubles of the world roll away. To find that person who can lift us as we lift them and together we fly. To de-clutter our lives of the dross we accumulate when we aren't looking. To breath the air fresh and see the sun as if looking for the first time. I feel all of the above in this poem T. Thanks for sharing.
I agree with the others that reviewed this piece that there is a sense of moving on. I've been in that boat many times and still it never feels good. On one hand, your free from the restraints of anothers watchful eye and then on the other hand, your lonely without someone walking by your side. Love is a dangerous game that leaves debris wherever it roams, but whether the debris is passable, remains bought, borrowed and owned. I enjoyed the flow and feeling in this piece.
Yea, girl. Tell 'em. You expressed a feeling of moving on and relizing whats important.
when love no longer blinds
clearer the patterns of irreverance
when you run away from the lion.
It is wonderful when eyes open and can see clearly.
This is a real eye opener to the fact that we alone must choose our path and not let loved ones push us in other directions... a beautiful poem with such great philosophy.
I read this poem, and without conscious effort, as I reach the end, a sigh escapes; and I feel as if I've been slapped with reality, my blinders pulled from my face. To be aware. To be authentic. To care. To give a damn about something or someone other than yourself. To see what is possible, because it is. To let the troubles of the world roll away. To find that person who can lift us as we lift them and together we fly. To de-clutter our lives of the dross we accumulate when we aren't looking. To breath the air fresh and see the sun as if looking for the first time. I feel all of the above in this poem T. Thanks for sharing.
It's a wonderful journey this becoming, It's part letting go of who I was, while releasing the beliefs that sabotage what I want to be, and-knowiing that in order to transform, I can't live in b.. more..