Eyeore,
this is one i wrote once when feeling without hope.
I was watching a kestrel in flight when i wrote it ...in the poem the kestrel is also a person..the two are interwoven
Kestrel
High above,
beyond my insanity
you soar and hover
free as the air
that holds you.
Mocking my imprisonment.
A memory
a re-occurring thought
you come and go
through the infinite rivers
of my mind.
A vision
bringing me hope
yet also self-destruction
with each new appearance.
A voice
that remains silent
yet forever teaches me
how hopeless
my situation is
in reality.
In freedom
You wander the
winds loneliness, while i
remain still
an open mind
through which you fly.
Inside me
your appearance stirs
from my restless mind
new thoughts on life.
Old memories
now grow faint.
Your appearance, broke the
mirrors, that once reflected
my past life.
Now i
see only you
and shut out Life's
realities, except those truths
that i see
through your eyes.
Bren
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