Unclipped Wings

Some writing is not as polished or clever that I will post. But I want to more regularly put my stuff out there. This is 9 years old. And I still understand this Emily.


June 2, 2010

There is a party going on

With music

There's a beat

My hands are awkward

But that doesn’t stop my feet.

I leave to put my dress on

With excitement, do my hair

And when I reach the dance

I am the only one there.

With my red dress on, I stand

In the middle of the floor

Touch my face, like I exist

And look over at the door.

Everyone manages to leave

When I have finally come

And all I want one time

Is to have a night

Of unbridled fun

And what I want

Is to be seen and to be known

I want unclipped wings

To know what it is to have flown.

-Emily Chumchal Andrews


I found this one from a month before.

May 28, 2010

Please see me when I step into the shadows

Of my own volition.

Draw me out and

See me.

Dance with me and parade me

In front of all

And everyone

Twirl me

And keep me

And then leave me to dance by myself

Smiling from the side

Like you have never

Seen something
So wondrous

Let the lights of the ballroom

Reflect from my hair

And may I always be the one with the red dress on

Never swallowed by the other dancers

But visible as one from a whole.

Red Balloon

November 30, 2012


I am a deflated balloon
When life is asunder
And all I can think about is
Why me
And who am I really?
What have I done and what will I ever do?
And my arms hang at my side
And droop as the air
Slowly leaks out of
Its tiny hole.
And there I am red
And on the ground
Broken
And no one to hold me.
And lift me high to the sky.

-Emily Chumchal Andrews ©