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Author’s Note: This poem was first published in my high school newspaper, sometime between 2006 and 2009. It first appeared in public circulation on FictionPress on Jun 20, 2016.

Sitting on the wall by the beach frontier
waiting for the warriors of the waves to join me
it’s a good day for a battle, and I’m ready to fight
I’m ready to fight

Standing on the scaffolding hanging way up high
waiting to grow wings so I can fly far, far away
my feet are tired of walking, but I’m ready to go
I’m ready to go

Someone once asked me for a handful of change
and in retrospect, I didn’t give him enough
I gave him everything I had at the time, everything
I gave him nothing

Watching me walking my warping path
you never knew who I was, but you guessed
a flick of my hair and a single step more and I’m gone

I

am

gone