i am that ivory tower you see,
distant through the mist..
hanging over an edge,
with power,
upon a precarious cliff.
i linger, it’s shrill but silent…
and my stare is persistent but quiet.
the night that surrounds me,
it begs to believe ..
my light spins around me
begging to reach..
when it storms, it
un-grounds me –
yet i still
must keep.
i still
must stand
and still be
strong,
i still must hold
the ground im on.
though violent wind
may try to cave me in
and vicious waves
slowly wear me thin..
I’ll fight –
and, you know what ?
I’ll win.
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