I stretch
Dressed
Wings pressed
Folded
Ready for my best
Possibilities endless
As I leap hurdles
Pass tests
Removing myself
No more
State of emergency
The urgency
Was well placed
But no longer necessary
The emissary
Dissolves the call
We falter
Yet do not fall down
The sound of my own voice
Hums
In the back of my head
Dread slipping away
No longer afraid
Of the moment
I was created for
Pouring my soul
Out on the concrete
For all to see
Free Style
Foaming at the mouth
Devout
I'm out
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