Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Gossamer Breeze

I am alone
A tree in a forest
Wanting to be different
I am a bird
Preordained is my flight
Fear keeps me standing still
I am the sky
Gossamer breeze my wings
Heavy my rain of tears
I am a believer
Raging doubt fells my stride
An angel with clipped wings
Falling verses
Preaching freedom
Tiny am I
Small this vast life

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