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Jul 2016
The sights I view up so high are majorly blissful.
There is a lake gleaming in the distance.
It gets swallowed up by clouds, a blanket of soft white giants.
If you were to ask me where earth stopped and heaven began I don't think I could tell you.
Forest had it right by noticing that and I'm glad I see it too.
Maybe we're just all right here for a reason.
We're here to witness this, the art that God made to show us to believe in.
You've made me feel wild within my heart, I want to explore more, want to witness your art.
I just want to stay awake for this because I know often times I blink and there's parts of life that I've missed.
I don't want to miss, I don't want to miss anymore.
I want to feel more alive than ever, towards that August Saturday feeling I strive.
I'm just running on and on at this point because I'm headed back towards everything I've always written about, love, God, your face, and how I'm changing, clearing out the doubt.
This time is different for me, this view has brought an anxiety-less moment in a life full of hidden panic.
The anxiety is often what has gotten me to where I need to be, to get me off my *** so that I can make a life for me.
The anxiety that keeps me up at night, the anxiety that has filled me with an extreme amount of fright.
I breathe in and breathe out, peaking at god's face and remembering what it's all about.
It's about finding myself so that I can push further.
Finding my self and getting on with life with full fervor.
I love being up so high,
I love it so,
I love it so when my mind touches the sky.
Ian J Caldwell
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Ian J Caldwell  Northern Kentucky
(Northern Kentucky)   
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