Though it's just a short poem, I pray that it's the beginning of much more. My first time posting, hope you love this! Enjoy!
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When will I live?
From the start
Suspended in the womb
Infantile thoughts loom
When will I live?
When from my mother I part?
Surely!
Independence found in shaky feet
Unsure pitter-patters echo and beat
Naive thoughts take a seat!
When will I live?
when I grow older?
Surely!
Moulded into the preferred shape
Traces of originality, chained and taped
Forcibly directed on "the right way"
The spirit screams out to say
When will I live?
When I am left to independently be?
Surely!
A fresh babe held in the cradled arms.
Love works it's blinding harms.
New life obstructs age-old intentions.
Caught in a fools detention!
When will I live?
When my half is grown?
Perhaps...
Grey has corrupted coloured locks
As time cruelly tick-tocks
Loosening skin from muscle.
Former ability to hustle and bustle
About has seized.
The dark angel beckons forth
To a new home for which the soul is betrothed.
When will I live?
When I was young and free to!
Surely it was then I should have lived and loved life in its momentary bliss that resides perpetually in the dwellings of a weakening mind.
For now time and the tedious affairs therein have carried me to my end; to the earth forever my person will bind
In a lasting state of mourning...
Completed 29th November 2013 ©2014 All rights reserved to African_Lady
BANJUL The Gambia
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I purposely chose to have a closed door as the cover to this poem. Why? Because in life it's important to see everything: let it be an accolade or an embarrassment, electrifying and exciting moments or those times where everything is blue, the bad, the good, and the ugly as a doorway or window to self development. When life hands us opportunities or doors/windows instead of prying that sucker open we stare at it hesitantly wrought by fear and what "could" happen. This poem simply highlights the need to take that leap of faith when it's in your grasp with its 50/50 chance of cruising amongst the clouds or falling flat on your face. Because let's face it, after this figurative fall, you CAN and WILL get up and another door will stand there... Wait'n. Don't let the fear of falling stop you from flying and don't let anyone stop you! You won't always have the wings to soar use 'em now while you can or the chance will slip away...
When will YOU live?
Hope you lived it! Tell me what you think I wanna know!
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When will I live?
PoetryI purposely chose to have a closed door as the cover to this poem. Why? Because in life it's important to see everything: let it be an accolade or an embarrassment, electrifying and exciting moments or those times where everything is blue, the bad...
