Done

it is time         past time
the last straw happened
ages ago.
Letting go     let it go
push past this year
heartache     mold of misery     year of tears
pushing on into a new year
where city lights sparkle and shine
a heartbeat waits in my hands
home is the cozy safe place
I am done
being pushed down   down
I cannot breathe
glass glitter inhaled    the rhythm of not enough
I open my arms
jump into terror    to flight
to maybe
because I know
there will be hands.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

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