A Birth

Struggling
It is a birth
a million buds dying to burst
Into brilliant flames that caress the darkness

Longing
It cries out
strangled and crushed, it cannot be heard
Through a guarded mouth with words censured

Though sometimes it breaks free
When the prison loosens it's painful chains
and it can soar in all its splendour
Become strong and sure as the flourishing tree

Mostly it is fragile
precious
guarded
secret
Blessed are those
Who know how to share it

musicspirit musicspirit
18-21, F
3 Responses Feb 20, 2009

Thank you! I don't see myself as much of a poet personally. I just write to deal with the thoughts.

Thank you very much :) When I was writing it, I wasn't thinking about anything specific. It's hard to put into normal words rather than poetry. I can only describe it as everyone's true self, full of potential to be great and beautiful. A force within that wants to break free. Really, it could be anything similar to that.

Thats so beautiful! Is it symbolic of anything?<br />
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You've got some serious talent here, with poetry I see.