Tasha Shumate Poet I do not know?

Everyday a Part of Me Dies

Everyday a part of me dies inside
because im crying, why?
How can I move on with me
and live my life as if there was
no catastrophe.
a new beginning
what is that feeling
to be full of life and no worries
like being a caterpillar
and not knowing what will arise
Like an eagle searching for its prey
and not knowing of which way.
What is like to have a coat of fur,
being able to shed off
whatever may occur.
being pure and new
I'd need a magnify glass
just to see that view.

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 1, 2012 at 6:21 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be Tasha. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol