Julie A Smith


and lavender
paint the sky
It is agreeable on her.
The color of her adornment.
As the setting sun
shows off
her glory
with brilliant
and bold strokes,
the girl
feels inspired
as she beholds
the sunset's beauty, tranquility,
and breathtaking passion.

Her burdens
have pushed her down
Sometimes she unconsciously
sells herself short.
Sometimes she wants
to run away.
Far away.
The ocean calls out to her,
and she doubts she will ever
miss the cornfields.
She wants to breakaway.
The song plays in her head.
Is what she has enough to keep her here?
There are those
who would attempt
to stop her.
But they
cannot make the choice for her.
They do not walk
where she walks.
They do not deal
with what she deals with.

Discouragement is
not a friend to her.
Hope tries to encourage her.
Lack shines a spotlight
and laughs at her.
Faith tells her
Better days are ahead.
And she could quote
Robbie Seay.
The clock
keeps on ticking
and it irritates her
as her life
flashes by in a blink.
She feels melodramatic.
Weary.< br>Tired of being
the square peg
in the round hole.
The changes
she hoped to make
seem too much
with no one
by her side.
She doesn't choose
to be alone.
Yet that is her reality.
She cannot deny that.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 2, 2012
Poem Edited: Saturday, December 29, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem several months ago. Honestly, sometimes I really want to run away and change my life and my scene. Perhaps that is not the answer.

I attempted to utilize personification in this poem with the sunset, giving the sunset the feminine voice and qualities. I tapped into heartfelt emotion and also personified Discouragement, Faith, etcetera (inspired from the book, The Dream Giver) .

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Comments about Breakaway by Julie A Smith

  • D. Smart (5/24/2013 9:18:00 PM)

    Oh my God! How are you so inside my head and heart? You met 'Him didn't you. I know i did, because before i only had a desperate kind of hopeful faith...now even though things are not any better, I am unable to say i don't believe...actually, i don't just believe any more...I KNOW! And what is waiting for us to return is more than any single person has ever imagined possible, so much more, that our frail human form could not bear His full measure of unconditional love for us all. Those that harm as well as those wrongly harmed.

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