Soar - Poem by Cody Hollick
Let us fall deeply in-touch with ourselves.
for we are all and nothing.
Say that you're holding back what you think is never supposed to soar.
Forcefully ground that which belongs in the sky.
That is sin.
Let me soar, for falling is not an option.
Let me glide, for the best air is out of reach.
Let me scream, for the loudest sounds are silent.
Branches of dead trees ignite the smoldering flame within me.
Sadly mistaken are those that hold to gravity.
It works both ways.
The wind is my true love.
The sun is my warmth.
My heart is cold, and dark, but not my soul.
It will always soar.
Grotesque is that in which perfection sorrowfully descends away from.
Comments about Soar by Cody Hollick
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You