Something about faith
The corner around which happiness remains elusive.
Like a blind man,
I walk ahead carefully
The arms tired & heavy from reaching and grasping—the air
But there’s something about believing that things will be better
That the brick upon brick-heavy burden will become light like butterflies.
Like butterflies
I'll take off and fly away.
And never look back.
Someday
--alexgeorge
--alexgeorge
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