its unfinished like every poem i write...
The difference between birds and stones.
I was a bird
Spreading my ethereal and whimsy
with each press of my wing
I was the length of beauty
my own wingspan of capability
I was the beginning and end of all my possibilities
my hope carried me
And on endless dreams I soared
I was a stone. Heavy and burdensome. I fell on the dream.
And under the weight/ crushed all its potential.
And turned it to dust.