Soar

The ledge is slippery with the sea's spray

maybe it will make my purpose easier today

My toes curl over the side,

this is the place where many have died.

My dress billows in the storming wind,

my hair slaps at my face,

I only hope, when I go under,

I won't resurface again.

The rain starts to pelt down,

it mixes with my tears,

just get it over with, forget the fears.

I go up on tip-toe,

getting ready to jump into the sea below.

Instead I sit down and cry,

my arms wrapped around my knees. Just go!

Why can't I do this, there's nothing here for me,

I hate this world, ruined by cruelty.

I want to live in beauty.

I want to be like the dolphins, or like the butterfly.

And when I open my eyes, I am.

Instead of death,

I can live in flight.

Instead of falling,

I'll open my wings and soar.

I don't have to cry anymore.

Author's Note

reviews please! Inspired by the thumbnail

Reviews

[Maan]

The thumbnail. :) This is exactly the same I have used in my latest poem. You have defined it wonderfully, it actually relates perfectly. The flow is flawless, shadows of colors has been poured through out in the poem by your imagination or may be its just me. But the point is that your poem is beautifully written, precisely expressed. Thanks for sharing, love it. :)

[Sophie]

I actually saw the thumbnail after I read your poem, I saw it and it looked interesting so I clicked on it so I could see it better and... TA DA! Here we are :P

[Maan]

:p all right.. that's nice. :)

[Whiskurz]

The imagery along with the title makes this a masterpiece.....Whisk

[Lydia]

I really like this! Your writing never seems forced, and it makes you feel like the character is really speaking.

[Amanda]

I like this. I like the first stanza the best.It's believable. Keep writing