Options

Within the storm

My head held high

Lightning striking all around

Rain begins to pour

I spread my wings

And begin to soar,

The roar of the thunder

My wings beating

Feeling the power

That has been unleashed,

Feeling what Mother Nature can surely cure

And I am at her will

And will glide through

To rid the sadness I feel...

You see, I have two options

I can tuck my wings away

And stay grounded

Or I can fly within her graces

And allow myself to feel her embraces,

I choose to fly within

And capture what she has to give

For if I don't

There is no will to live.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I liked the feel of this one; the way that you have set up a fork in the road of sorts. You can either hide away and stay afraid or in pain, or you can rise above and become the person that you are meant to be. The imagery of the storm and the wings is quite beautiful, because flight is true freedom.

A little technical issue...I could see this broken into two stanzas. You set up the beginning so beautifully, and then you start with the conclusion section that begins with the line "You see, i have two options". That is where I think you can break it. Other than that...nicely done.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so much for the advice.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Looks like you have come to some decisions in your life...

[Tarry Franck]

Yes I certainly have

[Lover Of Words]

Keep your head up... LOVE this one... This one what to say about this one.... Options are a good thing... And i am glad to see the option you chose :)... You are for sure a poem goddess in my eyes

[Tarry Franck]

Awe I've always wanted to be a Goddess in someones eyes and a Poem Goddess is even better. Thank you so much for such kind words.

[Lover Of Words]

You are very welcome.. A poem goddess for sure :)

[Tarry Franck]

:)

[Lover Of Words]

In my eyes you are everything i need :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you led the reader to the very good ending. Some decisions must be decided to survive life and to give us reasons to be alive. No weakness in the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you Coyote

[quinfinn]

fly, fly, little starling.....fly fly!

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you sweetie

[quinfinn]

welcome!