The Glass Ceiling

Trapped
He is high above me
Evolving to have wings takes a long time

Grabbing my half
Layering it up
As I try to reach the sky
Soaring
Snapping sounds make me ponder

Cracked on the floor
Eminent drop
I wait
Longing to feel the surface
I think
No daydreaming in this place
Gorging on the scenery as I think of an escape plan


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