In Good Graces Of A Pedestal Poem by Sakura Tomoko
In Good Graces Of A Pedestal
What grace has left me, I cannot fathom to express; it is my curse, blessing and indubitably a pedestal. From atop this crest I see people wandering aimlessly not knowing how full and wide the world is without barriers, and I see myself, too-
Trapped within the confines of my narrow perch, with the world as my view, and no way to attain flight.
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