The irony of it all
The jolt of electric impulse
Courses thru the spine
Triggering off the need to flee.
I stay.
I'm strong.
I'm right.
I know.
Flight is a coward's tool.
It doesn't belong with me.
I refrain.
I draw upon my faculties.
The impulse wanes
Ebbs and subsides.
The freedom that comes with it
Fills my senses.
Liberation- that's what it is.
This blog shares the thoughts and ponderings of the poet and her eccentric journey through her non-stop blabberings.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Irony
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