My mother often tells me
She went to a psychic just after
I was born who told her
She would always be surrounded
By money, but never have it
How we reach for the things when we’re told
They will never be ours
And how we deny them when
They come close enough to touch
To become real
Like a bird in an airport
Trapped and surrounded by
Everything else that takes flight
This is so meaningful! Wonderful post!
I write poems, too! I recently wrote one which portrays what goes on inside me while I’m trapped inside the self-made cage. I would love to know what you think about it!
Here’s the link:
https://thescribblingssite.wordpress.com/2017/10/03/cages-bars-and-empty-hearts/
Great post!
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Thanks so much for your comment – it’s so nice to hear that! And for sharing your poem – it’s beautiful, and I love what you do with the rhythm 😀
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Thank you!
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