#9 Glass Sky

 

Outside under a curtain of rain, my arms stretched outward

I wait for the answer to come. I prayed

"Could you make me strong? Could you give me wings?"

The wind turned into shards, slashing my arm

losing my nerves, a glass sky cascades

a sharp waterfall


 

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