This poem is about a dream I had a few years back. It got stuck in my head because I''ve had this dream more than once and now I finally decided to write it down.

Stuck on the Ground

A perfect day, with no worries or troubles to see.

No one’s wondering about what’s happening.

The skies are blue and the wind’s blowing softly,

But I cannot seem to stop having this weird feeling.

In a moments flash the skies crack open,

And what was once human beings are a different species.

They take on a new body.

A new creation made with perfection.

And me, I have wings!

I only imagined in my dreams.

Then they all start floating to meet in the sky,

But something’s holding me back.

I can’t seem to fly.

I see terrible figure chasing me,



And death surround me.

And with only a few second to spare,

With all of my being,

I push harder to get my wings to lift me.

I run and run,

But still the figure is right behind me.

And as I run I cry and scream for God to help me.

So when I finally lift off I smile with glee.

I am free,

But not to long afterward I’m dropping.

The figure is no longer there,

But I can’t help to stop trying.

Trying to lift my wings.

Higher and higher.

Not only to fly but to soar.

My wrings are heavy and hard to move.

Is this because of gravity?

Or something from within?

My past weights me down.

The constant reminder of what I did wrong.

Being a sinner is my greatest downfall.

But I gave it up,

Because I knew it worth the hurt.

So what happened?

What went wrong?

Why am I still stuck on the ground?

Submitted: October 25, 2012

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Oh my goodness. This is amazing. You are an awesome writer(:

Thu, October 25th, 2012 1:26am


Thank you Carlee. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my work. Thanks you so much!

Wed, October 24th, 2012 11:06pm

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