A Poem From My Dark Days
Wind rushing against my face,
Am I falling? Am I dreaming?
Surely I must be dreaming!
Falling without God's Mercy and Grace,
Not very redeeming!
I hear myself screaming!
But shouldn't I be crying?
Yes, I am still trying!
But I have used up all of my tears,
I have been falling for years and years.
So much wind
I can hardly see,
So much speed
It's going to set me free.
As I hit the pavement from the 14th floor,
I realize now that I finally closed the door.
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