I need to move
in a different direction
one where my was isn't blocked.
I look around,
but see only roadblocks
I need to grow wings to fly
above the roadblocks and the fog.
in a different direction
one where my was isn't blocked.
I look around,
but see only roadblocks
I need to grow wings to fly
above the roadblocks and the fog.
I also posted this poem in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com portfolio. Visit My Portfolio @
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