Buried Dreams

At some point enough is enough and she
must spread her wings and fly.
Beautiful capture of despair turned to
resolution and action.

Thank you, J.! I always appreciate your insightful and compassionate view on human tragedy! No matter how long you rot in a cold and unloving environment, it hopefully might not be totally destructive as long as you are finally able to get out into the light again to save yourself!

This poem could follow on from Haiku XXIII.

They are indeed related, Solomon!

Beautiful, like the soul of a deceased bird taking of flight...a "phoenix rising from the flame" feeling when I read this poem, great write Chi!!!

I'm humbled by your kind and welcome words, Mourganna. And in this special case it's so joyful for me to see you compare the outcoming to a phoenix rising from the flame. Thank you so much!

I always wonder how much poetry is purely fiction & which poems come from experience the poet has survived, & needs to present in the final resting place of a poem. either way, this is a testament to your skill...

I can tell you that none of my poems is pure fiction although this one holds the experience of a dear friend. It is so good to have a final resting place for experience and the outbursts of a brimful heart and soul. Thank you, my dear JF for your kind words. I truly treasure them ...

One of your very best my friend... Truly :)

Thank you, Poe. From your lips those words are highly appreciated.

Amanecio, your kind and lovely words make me blush! Thank you for the read!xo

Wonderfully thoughtful, interesting work, Iris. I love the last two lines, in particular.

Very well done! :-)

Peace
Carlene

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comment, Carlene! Glad you like it!

You are a strong woman. I love this.

Hi Lena, thanks for commenting on buried dreams. I'm glad you like it! Strong - yes, I am :-).