Around the Corner
I stand with my back pressed to the wall
Arms out preventing that fall
Whilst pale fingers spider towards the corner
As inner thoughts crash tackle my hold on the brittle mortar
Winds rush by to coax me closer
To a world that is loved, yet I’m only lonelier
Confined to that ledge, is it safe to say - What’s around the corner?
Head spinning I lean against my pharma fug
Knowing salvation is around the corner?
I press on through inky blackness, never looking back
Palms smearing a sweating drunkenness
Where fingers slide to a free-wheeling halt
The wind betraying the corner is here
She whispers “come fly with me”…
My moment of truth, blurred by tears
As I melancholy through the air
Free as a bird
That never had wings
It was always there
Just around that corner
Freedom
13 Oct. 2014
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