Falling
By Brian Thomas
Armstrong
The wind rushes through my hair,
blowing my mind away
My thoughts drift through the air,
then fall like a sunset at the end of day
I see clearly now through my mind’s
eye, using the vision of my inner child
It lifts away the hazy grown-up clouds
that once blocked my sight
No more fighting myself
The flight I have taken since birth finally
lands with a resounding thud!
As my confusion hits the pavement
after jumping from the heights of my soul
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