Soaring Without Wings
by Matthew Locker (8th Grade, Hewlett Woodmere Middle School, North Woodmere, NY)

What can soar, but has no wings,
What travels with no legs
It is inside us all,
And yet we witness it each day.
Sometimes small,
And not used too much,
But today, mine will rise
Yes, what you are thinking,
It is correct,
Imagination,
Unaccountably endless,
A deep pool of thoughts and ideas,
Never stopping, these things, flowing with no end,
Unless you choose, to stop yours up,
Like a river run dry,
Killing the fruits of the mind,
Creativity shriveling, freedom drying up like a grape in the sun.
Unless you choose, to let it flow,
And flow...
And flow...

Matthew Says:

Imaginations are things that are not usually used. I was reflecting on this as I just let my pen write. This is the result. When I was writing this poem, it opened up my creativity, which led me to the last few lines of the poem. I think that these words can ring true of many people, and my hope is to inspire others to make it true of themselves.