Internal countdown on, fueled by
rage, inequities, years of hoping and wishing; give me strength, give me resolve.
I had beautiful designs on the whiteboard, your callous hands erase and dismiss, why have them, why even dare.
Devotion is a travel chest of empty promises.
Love was a flower that never bloomed.
Trim the dead weight, spare the life left.
I pushed our Planter box off the balcony,
and the shattering inspired me. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - take off. Time to fly.
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