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Author: The FiboNACHI Sequence
Fiction Rated: T - English - Spiritual/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-07-07 - Updated: 02-07-07 - Complete - id:2316205

Catharsis

Aching, I climb up.
Higher, I find it hard to
find an Empty place…
To stretch my wings…

(I’m locked down so tightly)

My skin, cracked and hardened,
My breathing heavy…
The rain falls like darts as
I strain my twisted limbs.

(You push me down once more)

I endure this pain.
I will beat this torture
Salt seeps into my blood bitten lips
The pain, it’s euphoric...

(I need to find some fresh air)

My hands slip and
I hang, perilously.
Sharp jagged rocks below
Soon to grind my feathers to dust.

(I won’t fail you this time)

Gritting my teeth,
I will myself higher.
Up I push, cursing, bleeding…
Invoking your name.

(I WON’T FAIL AGAIN!)

I stand at the top and
My wings stretch out…
Ah, now I can breathe…
Time to trial my strengths.

(I WON’T LOSE THIS FIGHT!)

The wind picks up,
And my rags fly with
the gale. I outstretch my arms..
And let myself fall…

(I WON’T FALL, I WON’T FALL!)

fall… fall.. . fall…

fly



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