Flying to Me

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

 - Robert Frost

I haven't posted too much of my poetry lately...and I am feeling rather introspective of late.

So on that note, I thought I would share my most recent poem.

I wrote this earlier this week in a stream-of-consciousness state. It is no work of art...simply words that came through me...to my pen...and to my little note pad.

And I dedicate this little poem, to someone I am getting to know better.

Someone I am liking more and more each day.

Someone who is imperfect yet strong; scared shitless yet hopeful.

Me.

I dedicate this poem...to me.

Flying to Me

Sitting...
gazing...
grazing towards the light.

Fight or flight?
I long to fly...
get high...
above mountains...
beyond clouds.

Shrouds of mind-numbing
tears...
I feel my fears.

Then hear a voice.

My choice...
Is mine.

Decline...
to move...
a need to prove...
to them
that I stem...
from love.

Look above.

A prayer.
To just be.

To be me.
To be me.

         By: Lora Rossi, May, 2013

And so it goes...

Smiles,

Lora