Born to a world,
trapped in a cage.
with clipped wings,
and a passion to fly.
Dreaming of the wind,
Soaring at new heights,
The spirit of an eagle,
But the life of a lovebird
–
kristin l. cook
This particular poem was inspired by a past relationship.
He was “Reaching” and I was “Settling” although it didn’t feel that way at the time. He told me “if you weren’t with me, I could see you being anywhere, Paris, Montana, anywhere but Corning.”
I guess I was unaware of the potential and natural ambition inside me.
And it’s true, we learn the most about ourselves when we only have ourselves to spend time with. We learn, we grow, we make the impossible, possible, and we live again.
kristinlcook 
I enjoyed reading this. Good write!
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Deep.
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Thank you Larry!
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I’m in love with these words and frankly, i’m surprised they came from me. This is by far, my favorite poem that I’ve written. I can feel the words in my heart and they cut deep into my mind.
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Very good,I believe it’s your best contribution thus far,that you have shared.your doing great
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Thank you Garrett! It means a lot!
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Beautiful
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Thank you Mandi ❤
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