When the fear of god is most evident,
And raindrops channel their anger
By pelting to the ground
Quickly accompanied by
A flash of lightning,
Attempting to distract you
From this vulnerability.
It is days like these
When we want to
Clear our mind,
But how can we break free
When the window is smudged,
Concealing the enemies outside?
Our feeble, swishing tails
Pale in comparison to the
Wings of freedom,
Constantly taunting us by flying
Just out of reach.
So we will wait
For the day when
We find the strength
To jump
Out of the water
And catch freedom's wings.
I think it's time.
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