The Reach

I haven’t wrote poetry in a long time  
I used to write down my thoughts, but now they just aren’t mine  

Sadness has again taken ahold of me  
I’m damaged deeply and spiritually  
 
I’m a hawk without sight  
I’m a raven without flight  
 
An outcast to this earth  
I want to belong and I want to have worth  
 
I feel I lost myself a while ago  
My hands outreached but I’m unable to take hold  
 
It’s like I see myself reaching for help in my reflection…  
But on my side I’m stuck drowning in my own depression  
 
The days on earth are so limited  
I want to regain my sight and my ability to fly  
I need something now, something more rapid  
I’m left with my eyes fixed to the sky  
 
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