Never allowed to break or be beaten
Forced into becoming a god
When all that was asked for
Was a safe place
To rest
Instead of running
Across the rocks and coals
Burning up until the edge of
Everything comes into perfect view
Leading to the question
"What if I fall?"
Yet obligated to ask
"What if I fly?"
Knowing already
That I don't have wings
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the devil's workshop ♡ poetry & prose
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