Happier Place
Standing alone
On that cliff top
In the pouring rain
Alone with my thoughts
Watching the sea
Jump up at me
Its waving hands
Seeming to grasp for me
I walk and lean over the edge
Only for the hands to grow longer
Yearning
Calling for me
And as I step away
A mournful howl
And cries of how much better it would be
If I were dead
No cares no worries
No friends no pain
Everyone peaceful
Resting alone
And I stop and turn
Run fast towards the edge
and the mournful calls
Turn into gleeful yells
Encouraging me
To fly
Spread out my wings and fly
Insurances of you can do it
And I do it
I fly away
Away forever and the dark swallows me
The grasping hands now hold me down
I can see the light
The day and the sun shines
Now that I’m gone it shines
Brighter that any other day
And I smile in myself
No longer struggling
Being cradled in the arms of the sea
Held under and carried away
Knowing I’ve left home
A happier place.
Note: I wrote this a very long time ago now...
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