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Topic: Adulthood (07/30/09)
- TITLE: Flight Patterns
By Dolores Stohler
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Fresh from the confines of a stone-cold school,
I hugged the wings of freedom to my breast
And gloried in the loss of teachers’ rule
To roam the world in freedom and unrest.
The office where I worked, the city noise
Were balm to me at first, I thought.
I tried to feel so grown, so full of poise.
Yet deep inside I knew a thirst, and fought
To grow my wings and soar on sunlit skies.
Could I defy convention’s hold and shed
The soft, smooth skin of little girl untried.
I pondered this at night upon my bed,
While immature and billowing with pride
And formulated dreams within my head.
A marriage wasn’t part of my bold plan.
Adventure, travel were the things I sought.
I wouldn’t say “I do” to any man,
This freedom-loving soul could not be bought.
When romance came my way, I turned and ran.
But love caught up with me and bid me stay.
My wings were clipped, I struggled all in vain
And said goodbye to dreams that flew away.
And all the dragon myths that I had slain.
“Oh, yes,” I said, “this man I will obey.
Then children came along, whom I adored.
So precious were these little ones to me
I vowed to keep them safe to serve the Lord
And make their mark upon eternity.
They quickly grew, and then away they soared.
The dreams I’d placed on hold, reborn at last
Found pastures green and bright to feast upon.
I closed the squeaking door on failures past
And resurrected dreams I thought had gone.
A new world stretched before me -- vast, unknown.
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