The autumn leaves fell in spiraled patterns,
A fresh breeze blew,
And it reminded me of the first time I flew.
It was a dark night, and I stood at the top of a building,
Watching,
Waiting,
for something that was yet to come.
Perhaps it was courage, or
Perhaps it was sheer terror.
I felt a push at the back of my mind, and I fell...
Falling,
Falling,
Falling.
And then suddenly,
I wasn't falling anymore.
I had been lifted by divine beings.
They told me they'd never leave me alone with all my feelings.
And for the first time, in a very long time, I let them take me away.
On that breezy autumn day,
I took a stride towards a new life.
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A Toast, to Us
PoetryThis, is a toast to us. For all of us who have been beaten into the ground, and refused to stay down. We are powerful. ---------------------------- Poems for those who have suffered for far too long.
