It's more than hitting a target
It's like a bird with a broken wing
You help it recover
While others laugh and walk away
After you, help it fly it goes back home
When you have the bow in your hands
You feel lifted and can do anything
The target is more of a dream than a goal
No counting points
Nobody with Judge the shot
You shoot was it for hopes and dreams
No criticism no laughing behind your back
Your on cloud 9
Clearing your mind from reality
To me a bow more then a weapon
And a arrow more then an aimed target
It's more then what your eyes see
And more what your heart feels
YOU ARE READING
Words that speak from the heart
PoetryI have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
