Oasis Poem by Irma Goo

Everyone wants to be better. Those who dont, don't know no better. No better than you or I. My soul is fettered, still I look to the sky.

Call me as I fall, an angel with broken wings. A siren who dont sing. Admire, call me anything. After all, it is only I holding me back. I look to the sky and know what I lack.

I look at the cloud and hope to be found an essence of soft. Teach me, allow me the power to float. And when it showers, teach me to lighten the gray. The way to rebrighten the day.

I look at the west, the north, and the south. The horizon, how it curves like a mouth. The bird, how it swerves through the wind, how it rises and falls on a whim.

How to be mellow all along? In harmony, prose, or in song? I look at the sky, the oasis awaits. If not, this oasis is still where I stay.