Step outside; the pouring sky-suns
Dance on panes and kettle-tops.
The surface glimmers
A jolting clarity shimmers
As the storm is climbing Everest
Out of the nest; that choice
Is best.
MUSINGS #11: This poem was written back when I was a student in high school; worrisome about my future and my security and independence. I wanted to be independent of my parents but also feared it would release a maelstrom of problems, responsibility, and difficulties that I might not be able to conquer. But straight up leaving my "nest" would be a selfish and immature act...for my family needed me too.
In conclusion of this poem, however, I had momentarily decided the exact opposite was true. It would've been the easier choice...
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