Without the need of a running start I
Bend at the knees, collecting strength
Into my legs for
Take off, shooting
Up, up…
Up into
The haunted night sky.
I fly
Away,
Hiding.
The more problems I face
With my feet tied to the ground,
The higher at night I fly,
But no higher than
Just above
The reaches of trees,
For the air is cold…
Colder the higher I go.
Each night that I fly,
And fly,
And fly,
I never reach my destination;
I don’t know what it is.
My troubles are holding me down,
Tying me down,
Dragging me
Back into their suffocating grasps.
I cannot escape my nightmares.
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