it matters not
to what, to whom,
to where I am bound
I am bound
as pinned to this earth
as unturned stone
freedom is as fleeting
as an insomniac’s dream
but had you asked
just yesterday
to what I am bound
I would have replied
to no thing
for you touched me
and for a moment
I was tied to sky
© Sarah Whiteley
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This has such a beautiful ending…love the feel of it.
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I’ve felt like this for several months now. Thanks for bringing a tear to my eye. I love the words you use as well. Gives me something to aspire to.
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i like the way you put the sky at the end. that was a heavenly feeling of love.
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thank you… I wrote this as a sort of reminder to myself that even when things seem tough, there are always moments of such exhilaration, that it makes everything worthwhile again
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Lovely, Sarah. “you touched me/ and for a moment/ I was tied to sky” Beautiful imagery containing all the meaning that is needed.
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I really wasn’t sure where this one was going to go when I started it… but I’m very pleased it ended up in sky.
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Sky is infinite…Beautiful piece slightly touching eternity.
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Beautifully written, Sarah.
I found you through Val’s and I am so happy I clicked on the link!
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wow. enjoying browsing through your work in this blog… so much worth reading here.. this one especially caught my attention… just love the idea of being “tied to sky”… or better yet, how that might happen.
thanks.
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Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying reading through my pieces. 🙂
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