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Apr 2019
The walls that came down
In ashes, through the siren’s sound
You knew me, and know me now
And still carry pieces of fractured minds

The walls that we live in now
In the daylight, and evening hours
Are rollercoaster highs and lows
Falling between the sky and the earth

Gravity disappears and I hold my breath
All the way down, losing control
And then return to the stars,
crushing my heart to death
So I can once again float above the problems,
Where the air is thin and cold

It’s strange how the most gentle touch can break
How the greatest weight can seem lighter than air
The hardest struggles we face,
are the ones that we create
Why obsess, with nashing teeth,
at a life that never promised to be fair?

I digress, and dream of simpler days
When the day bent on my whim alone,
And my personal perception would flip the coin,
Turning black and white to grey
When I could find my peace of mind,
And also call it home
J Michael
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J Michael  24/M
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