I wish I had strength inside of me.
An ambition to fly away
into the sky above us.
To soar and to be free,
to wish and to dream
Lovely nonet, DL! Soooo relatable! Therwe was a tiny error, though. It’s soar instead of sore. 😘
I caught that too, but thought the wordplay might be intentional? xD
Thank you so much. No the error was totally my fault. Wrote this at 1am so completely missed it 😂
Thanks lovely! Will ammend this after the voting 🙂 x
I definitely understand this feeling! The ending of the poem is particularly nice to me – it’s inspiring, while also a little ominous? I’m reminded of Icarus.
Some really nice sounds in this, giving stress to these important words–me, free, dream. I like the idea that it takes strength to let go.
Thank you. I’m glad the message comes across 🙂
What intrigued me here was “ambition” – the idea that it’s not just about strength, it’s about motivation. What we’re left with is a sort of wistful resignation.
You’ve captured my mood when I wrote this. Thanks for your comments Christine!
I like what Christine said..wistful resignation. But also I find a challenge in your words! I’d leave the sore word in if it was a piece written just for me. If I were to fly away, which I dream of way more than I should, I know it was cause sores to my family and friends. Not talking about suicide, just the dream of getting out of some parts of my life. But the ‘sore’ is not one I can ever open. Whoa, more than you bargained for in a comment I bet. lol
I think my typo has lead to a very interesting discussion! Thanks for your thoughtful feedback.
I love the imagery in the last four lines!
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