each a story written in despair
each a song sung under my breath
Stoking my ego like a furnace
so that I can burn my self doubt away
for its bluntness is a reckoning
its accusing silence resounding
yet I still cling to the last vestiges of my inner strength...
Unleashing it to wash over me
casting away exhaustion from my limbs
tightening the tethers to prevent my wrath from bursting at the seams
so that I can trample my fears and rise...
Ascend to higher ground
atop towers of gleaming steel and darkened glass
hoist myself and my bruised pride above the trash
...so that I can unfurl my tattered wings
and reclaim my freedom.