Saturday 2 July 2016

Butterfly Dreams (June 22, 2012)

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Oh
How I long to be
Free of this mortal prison
Which I was born
Into.

Truly
Know the freedom
Which my soul
Craves.

Unshackled
From the limitations
That genetics
And society have
Imposed on people
Like myself.

Smiling
As I spread my wings
And fly around
In your loving embrace
Knowing
I am safe.

Free
Of the diseases
Which chokes society
With it's toxicity
And lethal nature.

As
The wind blows
Over my velvety
Wings.


Therisa © 2012






Author's note: Written, during a happier period of my life, four years ago.

12 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I can feel the happiness, freedom and safety of this time. May it come again! Smiles.

Carrie Van Horn said...

There are many different prisons that people endure. Wishing you a joy you once knew and the freedom you deserve to know. Lovely writing Therisa!

Vivian Zems said...

A beautiful ode to freedom Therisa! Well crafted. 😊

tonispencer said...

A happy poem from you. I like it!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully written. Love those velvety wings!

brudberg said...

This is wonderful... and I love the hope and happiness of your words. Please continue unfurling your wings.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Your spirit wears those beautiful velvety wings, my friend.....Fly high! This is a beautiful poem!

Thotpurge said...

Hopeful and positive butterfly dreams!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Brings to mind the quote, Rousseau, I believe:

Man is born free, but is everywhere found in chains.

We must embrace the freedom to be ourselves always!

Anmol (HA) said...

Ah, to fly with those velvety wings is a beautiful thing. It's great to assert one's individuality despite all the boundations and conditions imposed by society. A lovely verse!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Love the image of those velvety wings, Therisa. A most evocative write!

Millie said...

This is beautiful.

Teresa

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