I Am Desire
I am Desire in a broken cage.
I dare not feel the light
Dressing the bent bars and
Caressing my great mane.
I dare not smell the blooms,
The fragrance of my dreams.
I dare not touch the lambs
Curled at my feet
Just beyond my slumber.
Surrounding me,
Umber clouds of doubts.
Are those blossoms my soul’s yearning
Just out of my grasp?
Do they know my worth?
Dare I break free
Of this cage, my womb,
To witness my own birth?
Copyright© 2017/10/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
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I hope you dare to! Loving this, Barbara!!!
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I am taking the dare. Writing poetry has helped break down some walls. ❤️
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