I look at the sky wondering how
the clouds feel against my skin.
I guess it's time to fly
as my soul begs for it deep within.
Flying across the neighborhoods
and above the trees,
feeling peaceful and
finally feeling free.
Finally making my way out
of the endless pain
now seeing what's in front of me
after the hard rain.
How I wonder if it's time to fly,
but it'll forever be in my own mind.
- they say it'll get better, but when?
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
