collapsible.
here i am again
striving to concoct a perfect
blend of words;
striving to break free and
run, unhindered.
how familiar, the sorrow which overwhelmed.
grief overstayed its visit
crushing, enticing me to go
where no one knows nor understands.
my rose-tinted glasses lie crushed
under the mighty hand of
smoke soot dust grime;
turning and turning,
i cannot spy the falconer
and i cannot fathom
how much this will move heaven
or when, or how, will i again
soar like eagles' wings.
izzabelle/izzy/bel.