Untitled 4
I stand at the edge of this cliff
Wondering if I will fly or fall
Either way I will find release from my captivity
Trapped and bound by chains of sorrow
How I long for the wind to be my lover
For the earth to be my shelter
I close my eyes to shut out the chaos
My mind wanders into a dream of liberation
I smile as the tears slide down my cheeks
I taste misery on my lips
The flavor of sadness is familiar
I bury my face in the softness of pillows
The ache in my throat makes me shudder
I take a step closer towards the edge
I can feel the soil caress my feet
The turbulent water churns below
The blue sky overshadowed by clouds
I am paralyzed by roots of fear
Tangled in shadows of darkness
I am gasping for breathe
Perspiration envelops my skin
One more step till I fly or fall
My haunted eyes flutter open
To a reflection of clarity
There is no turning back
I take my final step towards release
By: Lola O.
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