Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Cramped

A black shroud I wore,
Until the sun burned it away
And I felt the brilliance
Of encouragement flooded me.
My cramped wings spread and no
Longer was I a demon of circumstance,
I was an angel from ash and
Now I can fly.

 

6-3-11


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