On the day
that I was born
the air was
bitter cold
The snow
erased the streets and the clouds flew low
or so I’ve
been told
What was my
hurry?
Did I hear
some kind of call?
The angels
pulled me out of the womb too soon
I wish they’d
let me fall
We grew like
the weeds
never
dreaming of the day
that our
cells would finally peak and our bodies sigh
then slide
into decay
But back
then we were fearless
No tower
loomed too tall
The angels
took us high and we just assumed
They’d never
let us fall
Now the
night is in my heart
And darkness
fills my eyes
A ship can’t
hold her course when the hurricane blows
no matter
how she tries
So I turn
toward the music
that I hear
behind these walls
Do angels
clear my path when my eyes can’t see?
I wish they’d
let me fall

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