Like a spider in web
Or anxiety asleep,
Waiting on chance.
Falling down somberly
As hours pass mutely
Like a placid cloud
Or passive shout
Silenced in rain.
Limbs flailing into open space.
Surging like currents of liquid rage.
Falling feebly in fragments to the floor.
Forming words worth belting
Towards the sky, the stars, and every quivering protest,
When wings with strength to support ourselves evolve
Thank you, everyone, for reading what I’ve written all this year. Please take care; and the best of wishes for you all in 2019.