Foundation Poem by Leslie Alexis
Foundation
I stepped out of my destiny,
my walk became unsteady.
Without my wings,
I walk on air;
But on this part, in a vision
I see my wing to be - clipped.
I’m scared that I never make it.
My weight has become great,
and my burden heavy
I am afraid that I
Fall through,
Even as my new ground
Begins to crumble.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
Friday, April 30, 2010
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