feet pressed against the cement walls
slotting my toes in the crevices
and i am okay
with the tension
between gravity and i
the battlegrounds are clear
i am triumphant
with my spine burrowing into
these tiles that keep me from rain
while the ground waits lonely below
and maybe i don't have wings
but i'm still winning.
maybe thats what life's all about
finding the fairy tale ending
in these concrete caves
with nothing but the grit of gravity
to keep you going
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