Freedom

capture pieces of my mind that once were.

Monday, November 8, 2010

My mind sometimes
drops like a bat
that's been thrown to the ground
only after contact

I strike the ground
scattering dust and dirt
from ground to sky
enough to make me hurt

When I go to pick myself up
I pull too hard
and throw myself into the sky
and see everything we can't see
and fall back to the ground
each time never hitting the ground running

The fall is far too hard
and the sights are far too much for me
Maybe next time I can land on my face
so I do not have to see.

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