All My Might

i'm falling towards my destiny
one hand covering my eyes
the ground is getting close now
a ground made up of lies.
I hear the people laughing, the crowd begins to roar.
I feel the walls coming in now, my mind is ready to soar.
I have no wings, i cannot fly, i tell myself that everyday
i try and try with all my might, but i am still too afraid.
I remove my hand from my eyes, I try to adjust myself
There's only one way to fall up, only one cry for help.
so with all my energy, i try to scream
helpless and full of sorrow.
but then I remember it's all too late
i'll still just be falling tomorrow.

by Desiree Whitamore

Comments (3)

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