Breathe
I watch her
peering over the world,
clinging to the edge
of that eroding cliff,
muscles tensed and
tied in knots,
tangled.
She watches as
we live our tranquil lives
below her,
smiling, laughing,
loved.
I go to her, working my
tempting ways, asking,
begging
for her to finally let go,
to give in-
to breathe.
Wide-eyed,
unsurely, she wanders
leaps off the edge,
and learns to fly
So we blissfully
dance across the tips
of the clouds
together,
floating, falling,
free.
The End
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Breathe, which
was posted on Jul 15, 2010 by
Verse47.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
""Life happens while you're making plans" was my inspiration."
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Abstract, Free Verse, Imagery
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