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THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

May 18, 2012
By Hillary SILVER, Concord, California
Hillary SILVER, Concord, California
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If I could explain myself in any other format than a poem,

I would never write again.

Writing is to life as you are to breathing.

Poetry is to peace as you are to everything.

If you knew what it felt like to lose your breath, the way writing makes me able to live without oxygen. And the way you take my oxygen away.

If you knew what it felt like to be weightless, the way writing makes me able to live without gravity. And the way you take my gravity away.

In what I write you will always find a moral, and you’ll even find that you’ve become the moral.

Poetry can defy every law of science the way you can defy every of law of reality.

The way you take the poetry out of me.

You make the words flow, and you make my thoughts have compassion.

Friendship is what you’ve given me, you’ve inspired my poetry.

Between writing and being in your presence, life doesn’t seem real.

I feel like an eagle that just learned how to soar.

My poems are my wings that keep me up, but you are the wind that allows me to take flight.

And as I write my poems past the clouds, into the sky, I’ll never take for granted that you were the one who inspired me to fly



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