I felt as if I should be free
Nothing to do but lay in the grass
And wonder if the sun would kiss
My face and say hello.
But youth had passed taking my freedom with it.
The grass would have to wait and
The sun would find another lover.
Summer came in spite of me
Sending spring before it
Just to tease and remind
Me of what I could not have.
I should have been free to run to jump to make believe
But spring had come and gone
And summer took its place.
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Cynthia Fields
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
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It Was When
So, I asked myself, ‘when did it all begin?’ It was when I let someone tell me that I wasn’t good enough. It was when I looked in the mirror, turned side to side and back again. It was when I let those words sink into my spirit and sit, and marinate, and take hold.
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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Very good.