(4th week of August 2020)
These Wings
Lift weary and slow
this aching perspective
These tired eyes
This exhausted view
Remember apathy
is a quick path
to the regret that fear
warns you of
Downtrodden and nearly
giving up on tomorrow
until some glimpse
opens a window in a dream
There stands a shadow
A stranger named Hope
and a vision of the day
it all turns back
Rest up to gather
the wind and a lift
For you will yet arise
Look at these wings
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The Quantum Journal
PoetryThis is the heart of mystery The unknown that we create intentionally and unconsciously It drives us to search it out To conquer every obstacle between us and it's evasive tactics The Quantum Journal: Volume One Introduction Lest we forget the...
