Impending

by | May 9, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

"

Read More

standing onflciff

Feet curl over the edge of the cliff,

close to flying
ready to soar,
heart of a drum.

Anticipation brews in my sinking stomach.

Time is a flutter:
the future is impending.

Success is sickly sweet
but love is my greatest accomplishment
so far.
The rest will come.
The fog will clear and I will soon see
the bottom, ready.

Jump.

Fingers and toes tingle with adrenaline
Stomach flipping, fear released.
Eyes sewn shut by apprehension – open.

Alive with freedom and choices.

I fly into the sun,
free to venture wherever
the wind may take me.

Written by Emma-Jane Barlow

 Emma-Jane Barlow is a 32 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.

You May Also Like:

Higher Power (Poem)

Jul 8, 2020

What if I’m not lost?What if I have beencarrying aroundthe truth beneath my skin?What if in the past,when I looked up into the blackened night,searching for a beacon,pleading for guidancemy higher power waited?Lying dormant in my heart,she patiently, silently,...

Darkest Days (Poem)

Jul 8, 2020

A world divided,living in a digital matrix,under a veil, day after day.Slaves to our owncomfortable routines.Easy, want it, need it,click of a button.Protecting our own hearts,the lives we have built.Millions of human lives,a kaleidoscope of divergence.An array of...

Lighthouse (Poem)

Jul 8, 2020

I am a lighthouse,a beacon of positivity.Dark clouds mayloom over mebut I am strong.The sun may departto make way for the moonbut I am strong.The storm may surge,lightning may strike,but I am strong.I could fall under the waves,almost drown,but I am strongI am a...

0 Comments

0 Comments

Submit a Comment