Friday, October 3, 2014

Freedom




picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Freedom-256494629


It’s the rays of the moon that gently caress
your sleeping form with insights’ breaths,
so in your dreams you’ll find the fear,
stare it down with your strength 'til it loses its sneer,
and though the thought of your death is still there,
you've conquered the demon, escaped from its snare.




8 comments:

  1. Wonderful....it's a Freedom that a lot of us don't see often...or ever. Your words really paint a picture in our minds today.

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  2. I like the idea of fear sneering--suspect it's true, in fact. Great work. Thank you.

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  3. Conquering the demon of fear is a freedom for sure. Hope you have a great weekend Shadow. :-)

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  4. Insites breath...good one there like the turn o phrase

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  5. hey you new poem just disappeared...ok, so i missed this one...i will be back in a minute with thoughts...smiles.

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  6. that can be a pretty powerful demon...we wont escape death in the long run...but we can escape its snare in the short term...and despair...

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