Uprooted Trust Poem by Amy J Richardson

Uprooted Trust



I quiver through the sky,
Alone and vulnerable.
A fairy with a feather-light soul.
Yet I am content,
The shadows protect me.
I cannot soar too high, for I soar
On the wings of my own heart.
I am descending.
I should like to rest upon this earth,
This beautiful, green fortress of comfort and luxury.
I settle
And begin to root,
Sending them deeper as I form a trust
With this softening world.
My feather-light soul,
My light soul of a feather
Sighs deeply.

As I strengthen, I feel less dominated,
For once,
I shall take the controls of my life,
Be the master of my world.
I shan’t follow in the pounding footsteps
Of the one with the poisoned mind –
The one who longed for nothing more
Than to unearth my stability,
To destroy my hopes,
To overpower me,
To win the ethereal battle
Created by their poison.
I was weak.
I let the weeds suffocate the meadows of my mind.
But now,
I have learnt.
I have found my feet.
I am tranquil.

I shall reveal my leafy arms soon,
For I feel safe,
Firm are my roots
In this reassuring ground.
The eyes of the sky
Look upon
My solitary beauty – I have nothing to fear.
I am adored and respected by all
Within my domain.
I have claimed my position.
I shall sleep well tonight,
And dream truth,
Truth I know to be rewarding.



A deeper shadow encases
My wing’d heart.


That beautiful fortress
Was a mask of evil,
Covering it’s true self –
A dark, thorn-ridden beast;
Infecting my air.


I was blinded by my hopes
Betrayed yet more.
I cannot hold on,
My fingers are slipping from the earth.


My feather-light soul, so serene, has shattered, and the pain
Reverberates in my delicate mind,
Like a thousand blooded knifes
Piercing in betrayal.


Uprooted

And alone once again


- 9.56pm 25th february 2002, age 15 -

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