the nature
of my next logical move
hinges on difficulty,
the ceiling above,
crushes my head
as i take the next step.
reality should arrive
with greater ease,
arm over head,
joy and acceptance,
pushing the sky above,
away like so much fluff.
facts remain, forever true
trust remains difficult,
and holding out
is easier than
truly giving up
on the fear of flying.
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Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2003
self protection / self preservation rules - and so does this fine piece -again, i love it. tks
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Reviewed on May 30, 2003
This both direct and subtle...very nice work here.
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Reviewed on April 27, 2003
loved this one...i've read it twice so far and each time i find something new i missed before, especially the end, where i felt i could relate...a beautiful and straightforward poem, yet powerful enough to match any storm
Every step we make is either logical or illogical, yet also difficult and easy...it depends what we do with each step we make that forges our path!
Lovely Piece and Reflection of thoughts!
~Nikki~
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Lovely Piece and Reflection of thoughts!
~Nikki~