Swathed
within the confines
of her tendrils
Cocooned
by the veins
of trepidation
the constraint
of knowledge
of an image
of that which
she was meant to be.
Achingly
she fights
sinews stretched
tendons taut
‘tween flesh and bone
Shattered
is her strength
Dissolved
are her fears
and the form
she once knew.
She awakens.
With wings spread, she flies away…
…and does not look back.
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Reblogged this on Sonja Dots and commented:
This poem is so beautiful!
Thank you so kindly! 🙂
What a fascinating poem.
🙂 🙂
Magically haunting as always ^^
🙂 🙂
Wonderful poem. <3 I cannot 'like' it… my computer makes it technically impossible for me – but I do love it.
Thank you so much! 🙂
Wow… so beautiful 😊😊
You are kind, thank you. 🙂
Angelic poem my friend! Great imagery! As always your words bring me great joy, I thank you!
Thanks so much! 🙂
My pleasure as always.
Beautiful Doc!
Thank you! 🙂
Lovely poetry.
Thank you 🙂
Your poetry is hot! Like you……ssusshhhh! I just got burned reading you, woman!
Lol, Charly… 😂
Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
A beautifully simple and sparse poem, from Phoebe
Love this Phoebe, a wonderful flow to your words
Thank you, Frank. 🙂
You’re welcome Phoebe, once again wonderful words which get better with rereading 😁