Do you know what its like
Chasing dreams
With no wings
Chase a dream
So far from reach
Through the realms of reality
Have to redefine
Time and space
Baby, its an inner race
Pave through life by cheating
Conjure up my will
Take tragic beatings
But become accustomed
To changing the weather
By snatching free-falling feathers
Because it’s mighty difficult
Chasing dreams
Paving through life
With broken wings
But, God you should see the details
Of the fabric in this wing
A world of show and tell
Of how she rose and fell
Baby, it was just her beginning…
By Carmina Bioc
Dedicated to Imelda Cruz Bioc, my mother, who passed away to cancer. She sacrificed time and distance to give my sisters and I a better future in America. This poem was inspired by a photo I took a few years ago. Serendipity, they call it
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