If I had wings, I know I’d fly. I wouldn’t be anchored No sir. Not I. In the blink of an eye gone would I be, over mountains so high, soaring o’er the trees. If I had wings, there would be no Stopping me. I would be free. But I don’t have wings. I cannot fly. My anchor chafes though time and again I try. Undaunted, though and tethered still with all my heart, and endless will, my soul does soar my heart does sing, I know I’d fly if I had wings. Follow: FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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This is such a great poem. It expresses what you would do with freedom, and how you can’t have that freedom.
Thank you
or also too, that there is more than one kind of freedom. If not physical freedom, there is also freedom of the mind and spirit. :o)