Praying I can Fly

Looking up to the sky
I dreamt about the possibilities.
Lined with the glistened tears
of the never forgotten.

I can’t help but think
of the life I led.
Singing songs in my mind
where angels resonate.

The burnt sun only shakes
our flakey flesh,
never what is below our feet
or what’s inside our chests.

The path I’ve paved
has led me to this.
Up a mountain top,
leaving it all balanced on
the brink.
Looking out to the bright blue sky–
just praying I can fly.

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