Wisdom Through Humor

by Sarah Ellen

anchor me in your arms
I am not alone enough
unless you are near
cage me in the air I am
too close
to myself without the touch of you
calm my skin in your palms
warm my apathy
cool my agony
quiet and lucid
you prophecize my extremes
listen to my stories and my dreams
and not even break stride
you are the precipice of my reality
falling would be simple but I won't
I want to climb
I want to love


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