Does Our Spirit Fly Away by Mary Etta Metcalf

i had a dream but it meant naught…i had a vision that failed to come true
my heart cried for the loss it felt…not understanding why it should feel that way
i stood on the banks feeling the pain…wondering if it meant anything at all
do we survive from the losses of life…or does our spirit fly away

i saw what life held in store for me…i fought it…i denied it…but couldn’t stop it
it taunted me with my visions of doom leading up to my demise…i cried
i felt alone no one to comfort my aching soul…life can be cruel…only in dreams
do we survive from the losses of life…or does our spirit fly away

are we ignored for the words we say…can anyone see the magic there was
must ones feeling not count in this world of self…while others slowly wilt away
ideas to disappear…never more to be…because one didn’t understand the words
do we survive from the losses of life…or does our spirit fly away

if we could…then words should be allowed…emotions to be free…shoulders offered
backs are turned…words become meaningless…feelings dashed upon the rocks
ones feelings diminished…not worth the ideas flowing from the mind…tears falling
do we survive from the losses of life…or does our spirit fly away

End of the poem

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