by Richard Vince

And she wakes, and opens her eyes
Tiptoes over to the window
The Sun rises, and the light
Fills her soul, and the city below
A light so bright that she still sees it
Even when her eyes are closed

She held so much darkness
In her heart, inside her soul…
It took away her life
Smothered her soul
Robbed her of herself

Her heart was not her own…
Filled with lack of love

And her mind was not her own…
Polluted with alien thoughts

And her life was not her own…
A meaningless chain of empty days
A path littered with broken dreams…

But dreams can live again.

The light has filled her days…
Breathed love into her heart…
Cleansed her mind of sadness…
And repaired her dreams

And now, she spreads her wings for the first time…
They were always there, always hers
But she didn’t know before
The reason for their existence

As she flies for the first time
She knows that she is no angel…
But she smiles

She has found life.


Posted on 04/22/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/22/05 at 07:43 PM

Richard, I totally love this poem, because this is my story. You write with such sensitivity and understanding, that it appears as if you know this woman. Excellent work!

Posted by David R Spellman on 04/24/05 at 01:10 PM

very uplifting!

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