"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson


Written by Jonnia W. Smith
She lives in Kennesaw, Georgia, USA
Her blog: Bloodroot Ink Poetry

Fear Not

Trust me enough
to let me stand to my full height
without reprimand.

Sing with me as I test
the strength and reach of my voice
uncovered,

for I must.

I have long outgrown the tiny space
marked out for myself so many years ago,
and no choice remains
but to at last become
who I am.

You must have known
this day would come,

or did you think

these

wings

were just for show?

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.

5 Comments:

  1. Faith said...
    I am so glad to see you here! I love this poem so much. I go back to your blog to read it often:)

    Keep writing, keep flying:)
    WHY? said...
    This expresses what I've been going through for most of my life. "no choice remains
    but to at last become
    who I am.'
    Rich said...
    This is so very beautiful. Thanks for sharing this with us.
    joaquin carvel said...
    i really like this - don't just trust me, "Sing with me" - a strong and beautiful piece.
    Breathe said...
    i love the isolation of the line "for I must". Cudos.

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