This poem began with a bunch of lines that I liked from a film festival. As I developed this poem, I got more and more ideas from the lines and wrote my own poem that spoke directly to me. Enjoy!
I Walk With a Falcon
Lost in the light,
Dead in my mind.
Storms crashing my heart,
Winds tearing me apart.
Shaken,
The world falling like dice,
Twisting on the game board,
Rolling through life,
Always landing on 1,
Never a 6.
Not even once.
Hourglass flipped,
Sand seeping,
Anguish a veil of black,
Ribbons of crystal hope,
Waving in the past.
I’m drowning under the waves,
Under the tide,
Under the world,
Under my life.
I want a future that floats.
To soar above city lights
Gliding on snowy wings.
I don’t want to be afraid,
Not anymore.
People assume,
I’m some vulnerable creature,
Like I’m a baby bird,
Trapped in a cage.
Like they are God,
Holding the key.
But all that charity,
Can be cast into a trance,
Clenched in the clutches of shadows,
And careless memories.
Because,
I walk with a falcon,
Poised on my fist.
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