Leaving Home

Poetry

By Miranda Weaver

I am standing, trembling

at the edge of all my dreams

the dawn of new and promising things

glaring and shimmering across the abyss

I am not afraid of falling- no!

I am afraid of what I’m leaving behind

of breaking with this familiar, beloved ground

So many memories born in this warm earth

But the enchanting, beckoning blue above

calls to me with its freedom

its freshness, its mystery

And my heart is answering

urging me on to this last step in my safe, known place

I will leap! I will spread wings I knew not of, burn with fire I knew not I had

soar in joyful wheels at heights I thought unattainable

But I know the Wind beneath me

I know the life-giving Sun

the Rain that quenches my thirst

the Branches in which I find rest

I am not a feathered bird

I will not fly from the nest

gone forever in vast, aching blue

My heart tugs always homeward

For there

is deepest love from the very beginning

Protected by Copyscape DMCA Copyright Protection

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s