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Raven Caldwell Poem
Im free as a bird,
But i cant seem to fly...
Taking off is tiring,
Yet i am still trying...
I am still deciding
If i should take off,
Or if i should stay,
Forever wanting
Forever needing,
Just a little bit more
Than what my soul aches for...
Copyright © Raven Caldwell | Year Posted 2025
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Raven Caldwell Poem
There are many things one would wish to remember
A smile, an accomplishment or even a lie we were once told,
One of the things i wish to remember the most....
Is how happy i was before,
My true inner voice,
The way i would grin and giggle,
Happy,
Smiling all the time,
Smiling till all i felt was happiness,
And a sense of peace in my heart...
Memory...is a beautiful thing,
Sometimes it may shatter us,
Sometimes it may bring joy to us....
But if there is one thing i know more than anything in this life,
Memory makes us.
And although,
Memory may not be kind,
And although,
Memory may be lost to time,
Memory is...beautiful....
Copyright © Raven Caldwell | Year Posted 2025
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Raven Caldwell Poem
why must i hear?
Take my ears.
For i don't wish to hear the voice of fears.
Why must i see?
Take my eyes.
For i don't wish to see the thoughts of thee.
Am i long forgotten now?
Do i not exist in your flurry of rage?
The begotten cries of tears.
And all those petty ways in which you'd ignore my beaten-
Senseless soul.
For i cry too,
You are not the only one,
You are not alone in this place
I wish i could call home.
Its lonesome here,
And yet ignorance is bliss.
Copyright © Raven Caldwell | Year Posted 2025
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