A Sestina.....
"Seeing Freedom in the sky"
Knowing I don’t fear, I finally fly.
Spreading my wings through the air; I am free.
Falling and failing each time that I try;
happy once more to know that I can see,
as I once again stare at the dark sky,
I can finally say that I am me.
Because for so long; never was I me.
Even though I tried through hard work to fly,
always was I counted out by the sky.
But, I could not stop until I was free,
and through my blank eyes I could clearly see
what it was that I continued to try.
For what is the point in starting to try
When I know that what I do want is me
Truly because it is what I can’t see?
And the other part of me wants to fly,
away to a place where I will be free
to bask in the glory of the bright sky.
Do to sickness of this of this ominous sky,
all I just want is to know I can try,
and hope for some chance that I will be free,
shortly from this stranger that is not me.
And glow in the essence of when I fly,
so that someday I may know what I see.
And cherish this realness that I now see
do to the darkness of this fading sky.
That was once overtaken when I flied
into the world where I will always try,
to transform myself into the true me
that always was perplexed when I was free.
I have learned that never can I be free,
if with it comes judgments that I can’t see,
and I turn into the reverse of me.
Just because each time I looked at the sky,
a fiery stir within me would try
to make my reluctant mind go and fly.
Still, I know I am free and I can fly,
yet I can’t see why I will always try,
to make the better me known in the sky.
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