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Upon My Flight
Climbing stairs that led so high.
Memories of anguish pushed me on.
No longer could they make me cry.
Double doors opened to my fate.
Sun glared angrily in my eyes.
The edge, my presence, did await.
Will death I choose and life I lose?
High above, I watch the world below
deciding whether ‘tis better to fall.
If i jumped, they'd feel my woe.
Spurned by many and hated by my own.
The thought brought me to the edge of my doom.
Why live life when it'd be spent alone.
Could I fly from up so high?
Air rushed past me from below as I soared
splitting the air like a fast flying bird
letting go of the child people once had abhorred.
Peace finally surrounded my whole being
now that I no longer lived in this world
but had instead taken up my celestial wings.
