Dear reader,
I have hope.
I found it buried
beneath ashes
I had made.
I'm okay now.
I once burned
the bridges
that kept me sane
but I've rebuilt them
and crossed them.
I am safe now.
I neglected
to tell you
what I had done
and how it felt
to be freed.
I am freed now.
Come with me
cross that bridge
and find a way
to be okay,
to fly.
Come fly with me.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Dear reader,
I have hope.
I found it buried
beneath ashes
I had made.
I'm okay now.
I once burned
the bridges
that kept me sane
but I've rebuilt them
and crossed them.
I am safe now.
I neglected
to tell you
what I had done
and how it felt
to be freed.
I am freed now.
Come with me
cross that bridge
and find a way
to be okay,
to fly.
Come fly with me.
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