i see it every time my eyes open
an independent in impending storms,
harbored in horrified eyes,
anchored to the bottom to watch the ocean rise
every loss is followed by gain
and time, now and then, has always proved to be a friend (until it sees me out to my bitter end)
so i take a walk down some stairs to rend
my conscious decides on what's left to defend
i am wind under your wing
you can fly with me if i can hear you sing
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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...
