An old poem of mine, that I’ve reworded a bit to be in the present tense of today. I hope you enjoy the reworking of this piece..
I’ve been stuck inside this shabby carapace.
Wondering if I’ll ever be able to about-face
Maybe I could borrow my angel’s wings, unfurled
Explore and travel the foreign world
Time has come, to escape this holding place.
Discovering, I’m able to find lost grace.
To wander the harvest field.
Now I see beyond the shield.
Rid the shackles of my broken heart.
Return to reality, and apply for a restart
Healthy enough to hide from prying ghouls
Free to walk past the tardy bar stools
Go flying, with all the other old fools.
And paddle ankle-deep in life’s distant pools.
Ivor Steven (c)