Saturday, June 11, 2016

Sometimes Called Home


















respectability comes crashing in,
like an amusement park roller coaster ride,
reaching unfathomable peaks,
on the way to cold black depths,
hanging on for her sake alone,
because she deserves more,
but this is all you can give;
so you do;
praying the whole time
that she’ll survive,
despite the odds,
leaving this place behind (forever),
taking that which you never could;
or would;
soaring with golden eagles,
high above this world,
where insects crawl,
proud and strong,
on winding roads less traveled;
free from this prison,
sometimes called home.
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