Time to Fly

by Krista   Dec 8, 2008


Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Sounds of incessant ticking,
fill my lonely ears.
Yearning for a different song,
leaning myself into a brighter light.

Spreading my new wings,
breathing in the fresh air.
Opening my loving arms,
welcoming anything new.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

My time to fly,
is rushing in on me.
Pulling me, pushing me on,
out into the fevered wind,
I leap, lurching myself forward.

Finding the everlasting song.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
    Sounds of incessant ticking,
    fill my lonely ears.
    Yearning for a different song,
    leaning myself into a brighter light."

    Enchanting opening paragraph, I like how you use the word "incessant" for ticking, it had a great affect, and I love your style of writing and this was an interesting and enjoyable write to read. Nice job! Keep writing, always and forever...5/5 from me...take care

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