(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Before I Had Thirst To Soar

It may have looked as if,
Blessings I received to get...
Came to me easily picked.
While I sat to oversee their production.
Skipping over cracks,
Under a Sun drenched blue sky.
And those ambushers coming through crevices...
Awaited to pour me cups of tea!

But actually,
A coming close to drowning in my own tears...
Taught me how to swim with every stroke I learned.
And when I began desiring to fly...
I didn't jump from trees with closed eyes.
I had to climb my way out,
Of those pity pits first.
Before I had a thirst to soar.

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