Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Strength It Took

It wasn't about the swing.
Back and forth.

Up and down.

Trying to jump off, without falling.

Caught in air.

But you've given me the messages I have always wanted to hear you say.

Admiration, fly away.

And I will come home again, and be your angel.

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