like trying to hang on to one last branch
feeling as if I cannot not breath
waiting for that cloud to pass over me
wondering where it is you'll be
wondering if you would catch me
if I was going to fall from the edge
would you catch me?
This time around,
would you catch me?
like wonder leading where it may
darkness stealing my light of day
gaining the right words to say
it's like rain waiting for that eager breath
that fear of flying falls away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem