Coming Down Poem by Melissa Mary

Coming Down



Tearing apart theses wings on my back
that make me fly.
Tearing apart these wings in the hopes
that I might die.

Bleeding to death when I am
high above the ground
and I look down
and I flood my world from the tears
of my creation.
I make oceans.

The rocks scrape my feet as I trudge
through the world of unknown.
Because I'm lost and in pain and I don't
think that I can keep going.
I am whipped through the wind and
thrown from the place that I love.
No matter what - after this
my fears will keep me from flying.

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