Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Embrace your wild
Nobody is born to fly
we first grow wings
and test the tides
The tides gets greedy
consumes our pride
The forge, the hammering
The will to fight
blisters and withers
from rust to shine
As time solidifies,
strength magnified.
The tide we were quondam denied.
Took refuge beneath our arms
We’ve grown to fly
born dependent
Now we rule the sky
Embrace your wild
It’s the ony way to survive
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