broken

Under a willow

threw the haze

Found In the forest

Thinking dazed

 

There she sat wounded

By a lake

Pondering if

she is fake

 

Consumed by thoughts

She forgets

The dark forests

Trapped pet

 

Someone or something

Is calling her back

Memories fail her

What are these things on my back

 

The trees are so tall

Where’s the sun

Why I am here

I’m undone

 

Trying to refresh

Call to mind

To remember

What’s inside

 

Memory slipping

Through tiny small cracks

Finally thoughts come out

“oh yeah I have wings on my back”

 

Ouch now I recall

All the pain

think its broken

Or sprained

 

I must have crashed

Lost my sight

Fate blinding

Cant take flight

 

So that’s where she sat

Trees too high

Bounded by earth

She cant fly

 

Missing life outside

time passed by

Feeling hopeless

She then cries

 

Regretting missing

Life she thought she lacked

Longing for freedom

She cant use the wings on her back

 

Tired of the forest

She planned

This is it

Her final stand

 

A few deep breaths

No remorse

Relax a bit

Gather force

 

Trying is better

Climb the tree

The tallest one

Catch a breeze

 

On her broken wings

She glided back

She is grateful

To the broken wings on her back

Author's Note

I HATE THE LIL SPACE ABOVE... neways... if u turn the she more into a spirit an aura... its really about my dads essence heeling and regaining inner peace. maybe i am allowing for acceptant he at times was just a shell, other times so confused his soul didn't shine through...paraniod and scared... then there were awesome times. times that i would see the same traits and characters in myself. i now know why he stopped listening to slipknot...and understand why he loved frank zappa...maybe he is closer to me now then he ever could have been if he were still tangible... ALSO THE REASON WHY ITS A SHE IS BECAUSE I GOT TIRED OF WRITING HE... AND A SHE IS MORE GRACEFUL THEN A HE.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Wow i love this.
Great Job

[Orlando Murcia]

Very nice, a little depressing yet hopeful
at the same time

There seems to be tranquility through all
this heart ache and mess, I really thought
this was painfully soothing if it makes sense

Great write!

Orlando M

[Pinky]

I wrote this almost 2 yrs ago and in rereading it... i realize it is about ne soul tht needs to heal alive or dead... i think maybe it was me i was writing about... breaking free from my emotional abuse.

[~*666 Draven Von Tepes ..]

Nice where the hell u been? :P miss talking to u write me some time yahoo is [email protected] myspace is Darkendevil

[CJ]

I like it! Its amazing how beauty can come from so much pain.

[justjenn_2u]

This kind of reminds me of Alice in Wonderland without the wings. Wanting to get out, but escape is impossible so it seems. Must say, you have a knack for poetry.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

wow this is quite creative
i loved it
the wings the imagery
my favorite stanza
"Under a willow

threw the haze

Found In the forest

Thinking dazed"


nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Wolfwind Words]

Line 6 and line 9 "bye" should be "by"
"This is it her" i think you ment to write "This isn't her"???
I liked the imagery and the inner strength this poem brings across, A story of triumph over a bad situation.
This is a motivation to all that would read this.
Oh, and i like that you explained the back ground in the Authors Note section. It put everything into a better perspective.
"neways" is actually "anyways" :)
Great Job!