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Sara Shannonhouse Poem
the sailing boats sit by the shore,
anchored there, they stay a while.
hours, days, or weeks ahead,
they'll sail soon, not fore'er idle.
the sailing boats sit for a time
until the drivers ready let them go.
they'll go and go for miles and weeks
until needed rest they show.
the sailing boats do stay at shore
but always find freedom to flee.
am i like the sailing boats,
or shall i ne'er sail off free?
shall i be docked for always
at the bay of broken dreams?
my anchor's touched the ocean floor,
i'm stuck on shore, it seems.
the freedom to flee is no freedom of mine -
of the sailing type i'm not.
i am a docked boat, ever stalled,
i don't sail with the fleeing lot.
but even the docked boats eventually sail.
my waiting time is at an end.
i want to go and go for miles and years
and, until i'm done, not dock again.
the sailing boats will stay at sea
for they've the freedom to go.
i am like the docked boats sailing,
and much sailing i've got to do.
Copyright © Sara Shannonhouse | Year Posted 2006
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Sara Shannonhouse Poem
dreamless sleeping
tearless weeping
body argues with soul
cannot control
the thoughts within
they toss and turn
never ceasing
the endless song of confusion
where will my hopes lead?
can i ever regain stability?
spiraling 'round and 'round
games we play, so dumbfound
let me free from chaos
i want to obey my soul,
to sleep and dream,
to weep and stream
no more animosity, i wish
my goal, my heart set on
dancing with inhibitions none
smiling forever beneath the sun
what arms can do, cannot compare
what soul believes, legs do not dare
but hopes prevail and someday
i'll fly and in my mind's eye
finally just Be.
Copyright © Sara Shannonhouse | Year Posted 2006
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