I stand on the edge.
I look down, and I know
If I fall, I'll die.
I look up, and I see,
All the way up,
Up in the sky,
I can see you.
You can fly.
If you can, can I?
Maybe. I have to try.
I get ready. Bend my knees
And prepare to jump.
And for a moment, I fly.
Soar up, up, into the air.
I beat my wings,
But they are heavy, cumbersome,
They drag me down, down,
And I'm falling.
And on my way down,
It finally makes sense.
I am broken.
I thought I was fixed.
But I'm not.
And I fall.
The ground rushes up to meet me.
And I shatter.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
