Saturday, September 24, 2011

Freedom

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No more secrets
No more kooks
No more of his dirty looks.
The lies are over.
The hiding is done.
The horizon beckons.
The wind beneath my
wings lifts.
At last.
We won't grow old together
but at least I will grow.
(Posted to Poetry Pantry 68, 9/25/11 and
Sunday Scribblings #286, Plan B, 9/25/11)

16 comments:

  1. Great prose! At least you'll grow though it's sad that you may not have that someone to grow with.

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  2. So you will soar and fly.. even without him...

    Use your freedom wisely ~

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  3. time to face the music,
    and deal life with honesty and love.

    love your take.

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  4. Ah, very positive message in this poem. "I will grow".

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  5. Now that is a plan B you can live with.

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  6. Amen to that ... I can hear your wings lifting off now, leaving behind a windy force.

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  7. Sounds like a solid plan B!! Well said and best of luck!

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  8. There may even be a Plan C in the offing that will bring even greater rewards.

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  9. When Plan B involves growth, it can be good.

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  10. "...but at least I will grow..."

    So true.

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