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Never, I imagined waking up in light
Dreams and stupor came to fight.
Sitting by blanket full of tears-----
Talking myself as I faced my fears

Found you walking towards me,
Hearts pounding fumes from chimney.
Exploding veins rolled to up,
I couldn't still my eyes looked pop

Wondering how often thee appears
Slowly ****** me like a pierce.
Vivid face took my physique-----
Thou eyes glances in just one peek.

You are alone yet others accompanied
Never a night, didn't failed indeed
If happens you meet as never miss
How could be this love approach demise?
I write because you exist~
Every night when three.
Haunts me like a ghoul.
Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
Gone
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Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses—
Rapid! That will do!

Put me in on the firmest side—
So I shall never fall—
For we must ride to the Judgment—
And it’s partly, down Hill—

But never I mind the steeper—
And never I mind the Sea—
Held fast in Everlasting Race—
By my own Choice, and Thee—

Goodbye to the Life I used to live—
And the World I used to know—
And kiss the Hills, for me, just once—
Then—I am ready to go!
 Aug 2014 Maribel Macaraig
Erenn
The best love of all?
Is when you both
Found it at your worst.
Because,
Through all the flaws we see
*The beautiful truth.
Hmm. I got inspired. It's not done yet.
But I'll post it anyway.
The full work will be uploaded soon:)
my heart explodes with joy
as I flutter my wings

I will never fly as gracefully
or as long as the other birds

but when I am in the air
even for a moment
I feel free

my broken wings lift me up
to where I do not know,
but somewhere etched in my heart

a strange thing happened when I
started singing songs of gratitude
for learning to fly with broken wings

other birds with broken wings
started to gather around me
sharing their experience and hopes

I am free as my heart sings joyfully
my own hopes and dreams
as I share my experience
to help another bird with broken wings
to journey a little closer
to the place etched in their hearts

and somehow I am exactly
where I am supposed to be
flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom.  I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.

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