I was about to fly, from the edge of a mountain,
With my wings of dreams spread
Confidence filled in my mind
But then I slipped off the edge
My wings soon detached from me
Frightened and bewildered, I was falling
Realised, it was no less a skyfall!
Wind was so sharp that I closed my eyes
In fear of the end and the pain
But a heavenly power held me in his arms
And I landed safely over the mound,
Mound of dead remains of hopes and dreams
I noticed my wings also lay there
Standing over the mound looking at the mountain
I wished to yell but stood numb
It was cold and dark, and I need to get away
With all my courage and strength
I have to rise, rise above all!
Then i slipped off! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The positive approach and tendency to move on in spite of desperation is great. Congrats on the poem of the Day.
Ann, this is one of the most optimistic poems about despair that I've ever read. It's top notch writing. The imagery is so vivid. It's like a lucid dream. I can easily see why it was chosen as Poem Of The Day. Congratulations! Should you have the time and inclination, I invite you to read some of my poetry. Thank you for the wonderful write.
I felt the triumph over the despair..there's nothing like a flight of fantasy..good poem..a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To me, this sounds just like a dream!