Wishes can’t come true
(or so you always told me as i sat before you;

vulnerable and scarred)

And so I breathe shallowly yet again

Lying on the side of the great big rift of my heart.

(stretching; shaking; i wish i could be something more to you)

You pushed me so far through all of my doubts and fears

(and these were bigger than life itself, i thank you)

And it is you I have to thank for both my decline and my resolution.

(if you fill my wound full of salt,

i will stand by and watch it bleed with a half-interested look)

The crows fly by intent on their destiny,

Cartwheeling and diving over the moon;

That I might fly as the crow does is a foolish thought

(yet i love it so).

Author’s Notes: Nope, this isn’t intended for anybody. I just had this image of somebody standing at a rift with the darkness and some crows behind them thanking some dead relative or something...maybe somebody thanking their father for all they did even though he was mean sometimes. shrugs D’ya like it?