At times I feel like a rat
At the bottom of this dark well
Struggling to crawl out, unable to see
Not knowing if daylight will ever visit me
But sometimes, the sun
Breaks through my lack of elightenment
My hands are blistered
My fingers are numb
Still a flicker of hope
Burns inside me unhindered
It's always easy to fall back
Because gravity detracts
Our ability to soar
But hope pushes me to climb
To break free from the physical
And learn how to fly
Saturday, April 28, 2007
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