Friday, August 14, 2015


climbing sharp edges of your wall
fingers numb, mustn't loosen my grip
remains to be seen whether i'm equipped
to survive the inevitable fall

sailing wild waters of your sea
no anchor, a broken ship's wheel
curious to learn if i'll still be here
or drown in the face of defeat

flying cold winds of your sky
feathers torn to shreds in my wings
wonder what tomorrow shall bring
do you let me in or do i die?

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