seems your sieves have given up
you watch winter melt to drops
fill it up at fever pitch
now watch where you stand
turn to leave you without land
it can happen to you if you want it to
pull the chute early and enjoy the view
or cut the cord and fall to the sea
whatever happens, it doesn't affect me
hiding behind sleeves and dispatching dreams
you hold on for so long, you forget when to let go.
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
