Falling Up
Deep through wooded forest she ran for her life
branches and leaves snapped and crackled under her feet
she felt its eyes following her as wind taunted and laughed
reaching a hillside, she paused but she didn't to stop to rest
scrambling up loose rock she slipped, grabbing onto trees
she pulled and picked herself up off her bloodied knees determined
neither thirst nor hunger would stop her now and its eyes followed
it watched the girl in quiet curiosity; would she make it this time?
she knew what followed had been at her door too many times before
her will was strong as she looked back at her adversary and continued
she reached the top upon a clearing just as darkness filled the sky
beneath a full moon; her heart slowed, a quiet peace fell over her
stars shone brightly tonight and she smiled for the first time in a long time
once lost in a world where she had never belonged, always falling down
she now stood and heard the world call out to her in a different way
and as the wolf howled its mournful cry, she knew it was no longer at her door
Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra is a self taught writer. She has been writing off and on since an early age. Most of her writing revolves around what she sees in everyday life, nature and her concerns about mankind. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, animals and photography.
Hi, Sandra, I read your poem as a metaphor for finally releasing that burden, whatever it may be or may have been. Those negative things that sometimes we tend to hold onto take one down really fast like. The "falling up" reference is pretty cool, too, because the release opens great doors that do, in fact, take you up, up, up! Great poem! Sheri at: www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteAlthough I'd read this previously, I enjoyed it a second time. Very nice, Sandra.
ReplyDeleteSandra, I remember my grandmother who used to say when she was experiencing financial troubles, and funds and food were low, "the wolf is at the door". It could mean any trouble though I am sure and I really enjoyed your metaphorical poem that ended in triumph. A well written poem and I really enjoyed reading it. I always was a fairy tale person and love happy endings.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
Very nice, Sandra. I had fun reading this poem that, in may ways for me, seemed as if I was in the middle of a story. You did well crafting this and I enjoyed every word of it. Thanks for sharing and continued blessings!
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ReplyDeletewow, such a powerful write here, my friend
Thank you Sheri, Carolyn, Charlene, Maurice and Jack for your kind comments.
ReplyDeleteSandra
Wonderful thoughts composed within the imagery and emotion in this lovely poem Sandra. It was indeed a pleasure to read. Blessings always, Leokadia
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eleanor Michael, for the following--
ReplyDeleteStruggle, a parallel to life, and a victory.
Thank you, John Williams, for the following--
ReplyDeleteAn interesting narrative--It filled my mind with thoughts of overcoming the reaching power defeat--Victory now!
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ReplyDeleteVery exciting. Reminds me of the old cliffhanger serials that leave one wondering what happens next. Unique and fascinating.