I am like a bird.
I have a wide open space,
range,
expanse,
for the adventure that creeps into my soul.
My veins are vacant with the love of exploring,
searching,
investigating,
the different ways to live.
I have always preferred to live alone, with just myself for company.
I seldom feel lonely,
isolated,
apart,
from others.
I am often surveying,
searching,
yearning for beautiful land to build my nest.
However featherless,
wingless,
songless,
I may be, I will never be
flightless.
(s.w.)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
I am like a bird.
I have a wide open space,
range,
expanse,
for the adventure that creeps into my soul.
My veins are vacant with the love of exploring,
searching,
investigating,
the different ways to live.
I have always preferred to live alone, with just myself for company.
I seldom feel lonely,
isolated,
apart,
from others.
I am often surveying,
searching,
yearning for beautiful land to build my nest.
However featherless,
wingless,
songless,
I may be, I will never be
flightless.
(s.w.)
This began as a prompt in my Writer's Craft class, then slowly became a fabulous representation of myself as a person.
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