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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Grounded

Sometimes, I forget that I could not fly.
I yearn so much for the sky
that I spread my arms and expect
to be lifted off my feet.
Instead, though I have not risen a bit,
I hurtle to the ground and smash!
And I'd have to pick imaginary pieces
of an imaginary broken heart
and put them together in my mind,
along with the sad reminder:  
I cannot fly. 

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