Wednesday, July 1, 2015

precarious

Alone,
I felt
like a chick
in an eyrie;
safe in my
precarious prison perch
balanced on high
save for the solitude
eroding me inside
but then
you flew to me
landed beside
and showed me
I had wings, too,
on which I could
soar
alongside you
if only
I would let go
and leap.

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