May 2013
hands clasped tight
knuckles turning white
she is not afraid of falling
she is not afraid of heights
surrounded by darkness
craving to see the light
one step
two steps
three steps
four
she closes her eyes
and then takes one more
l.e.
knuckles turning white
she is not afraid of falling
she is not afraid of heights
surrounded by darkness
craving to see the light
one step
two steps
three steps
four
she closes her eyes
and then takes one more
l.e.
Please leave comments about what you think the poem is about. I want to see if you guess correctly.
