I give thanks for the new door that have.
Also for the window that I never had...

Let it go,
Show no more...

In order to grip the future,
You need to let go of the past...

There is strength in your words,
Don't just feed it to the birds...

I traveled up the mountains, I couldn't breathe...
I traveled through the cities, not a bit of myself...

I can write many, I can write many,
Many words at a time. Many words at a time...

Still looking for answers in the sky,
For the questions invoked by you and I...

I wish I had a door that I could walk to.
I wish I had a window that I could jump through...

You walk, You battle,
You level, You rappel...

Poetry is a fish that lingers in the shallows,
Looking up to the skies...

One
short...

A new month with changes,
coming along our way...