“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ― Rumi
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| Photo by Morgan Dragonwillow |
Poetry Prompt:
What stage are you at in the above quote? Are you dancing? Write for ten minutes asking yourself the previous questions.
Word Prompts:
Free
Middle
Bandage
Poetry Type: Cascade
I created a poem for this poetry type for the last A to Z challenge. I enjoyed playing with it and I hope you do as well.
The shackles binding her in place fell to the ground.
She discovered a freedom never felt before.
Smiling into the sun, she laughed and walked away.
She didn’t know her prison was her own making.
She longingly looked out over the horizon.
The Shackles binding her in place fell to the ground.
The door opened and suddenly she had choices.
Stepping out the breeze gently stroked her hair and face.
She discovered a freedom never felt before.
Now was her chance to be who she was meant to be.
She didn’t hesitate or think to look backward.
Smiling into the sun, she laughed and walked away.
Morgan Dragonwillow is a poet, author, foodie, urban gardener, and recovering perfectionist, that (mostly) doesn't let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. She is team leader at @StoryDam, creatrix of #OctPoWriMo You can find her Playing with Words on her blog. She lives in Marietta, Ga. with her loving and patient partner, their dog that thinks she's a princess, and the cat that reminds her that she isn't.
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