Into life

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Into life

    Into life I came,
    with a scream and a flash of pain.
    Breathing away fluids of simplicity,
    takeing in it's place, teachings of society.

    Onward i blaze, daggers gleam, blood starts to run,
    My heart an open target, for it was numb.
    Lives touched, watched, and given shape, oh how sweet,
    I hold all my winnings, the ones only gained, when I accepted defeat.

    A twinge from deep within,
    loot and weapon alike, fall away to thier end.
    With nothing left, I see truth in all that remain,
    a wounded, beating heart, derived from a scream and a flash of pain.

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    carol1952 commented on Into life

    07-08-2009

    AWESOME JOB MAN! YOU REALLY PUT "FEELING TO IT!, I UNERSTAND EXACTLY WHERE YOUR COMING FROM,CAROL

    joanlorraine commented on Into life

    02-15-2009

    Nice. Nothing gained without the pain.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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