Just A Puppy Without A Leash

[YoungPup]

A puppy trying to climb out of the cardboard box
Left for dead in the rain yet still I fought
Tripping over my own ears too big for my frame
But they hear the souls that cry out that are treated the same
Pushing over the the soggy prison, venturing out into the road
Scared of all these enemies barreling towards so I drop to a terrified pose
Running full speed back to the box tripping over my own feet
Yet when I get to safety I turn around refusing to accept defeat
Again and again I do this not knowing what this obstacles might be
But I am he who escaped the box through tripping on his feet
I will not give up hope I will not ever stopping running
But one day I will get over there, and of myself, make something

[XRIMO]

Very nice poem. I've got a huge soft spot for dogs.

[princealbertofb]

I suppose this is a metaphor for your life and what you're going through at the moment? Nice poem however, and even if it is about a young puppy, what a beautiful thought that life goes on come what may, as an inexorable powerful drive.
Thank you for sharing this with us, dear YoungPup.

[albabonzai]

i like this.

[fjp999]

[COLOR="Purple"]What fantastic imagery and depth.

Thanks for posting.

More please [/COLOR]

[YoungPup]

Thank all of you. And yes the entire poem is a metaphor for my life.