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Never, I imagined waking up in light
Dreams and stupor came to fight.
Sitting by blanket full of tears-----
Talking myself as I faced my fears

Found you walking towards me,
Hearts pounding fumes from chimney.
Exploding veins rolled to up,
I couldn't still my eyes looked pop

Wondering how often thee appears
Slowly ****** me like a pierce.
Vivid face took my physique-----
Thou eyes glances in just one peek.

You are alone yet others accompanied
Never a night, didn't failed indeed
If happens you meet as never miss
How could be this love approach demise?
I write because you exist~
Every night when three.
Haunts me like a ghoul.
Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
Gone
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Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses—
Rapid! That will do!

Put me in on the firmest side—
So I shall never fall—
For we must ride to the Judgment—
And it’s partly, down Hill—

But never I mind the steeper—
And never I mind the Sea—
Held fast in Everlasting Race—
By my own Choice, and Thee—

Goodbye to the Life I used to live—
And the World I used to know—
And kiss the Hills, for me, just once—
Then—I am ready to go!
my heart explodes with joy
as I flutter my wings

I will never fly as gracefully
or as long as the other birds

but when I am in the air
even for a moment
I feel free

my broken wings lift me up
to where I do not know,
but somewhere etched in my heart

a strange thing happened when I
started singing songs of gratitude
for learning to fly with broken wings

other birds with broken wings
started to gather around me
sharing their experience and hopes

I am free as my heart sings joyfully
my own hopes and dreams
as I share my experience
to help another bird with broken wings
to journey a little closer
to the place etched in their hearts

and somehow I am exactly
where I am supposed to be
flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom.  I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.

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