Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Breaking free

Like a tired branch from an old tree,
I break free.
Drifting unfettered amidst wishful wishes
Plunging headlong, awaiting a crash…
Maybe, he’ll catch me before I reach the ground.

‘If I perish, I perish’
But from me, I must escape.
No more to walk that dusty lane
For I seek a fresh start in you.
As I course through life
plunging like a waterfall
Let me, in your fatherly hands fall.


Remi, United Kingdom said...

firrrrrrrrrrrrrdt okay let me go and comment properly lol

Remi, United Kingdom said...

ooooh I like..

"but from me, I must escape" so true.. less of us more of Him.

"But from me, I desperately desire escape, Your love, my heart it will embrace, Your thoughts I pray to invade my space".

I'm good how are you?

Ah that poem you left on my page.. you killed it.. lol

we back on the freestyling right.. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Much Love

Dammy said...

@Remi:Your poem "Break Free" inspired this.

I am good.
And yes, we are back to frestyling.

Jaycee said...

Dammmmyyy, you posted. Breaking free is a choice, unfortunately not to many make that choice.

Nice poem!

Myne Whitman said...

Nice poem, I like it. Please keep writing.