All my tears
without resolution

Gray, pallid, stillness
looming like death.

How long is long enough?
How many moments must I waste?
All I have ever known is what I fear.

My very freedom
a curse.

While the banner I wave is heavy;
I am propelled by it's weight alone.

Other's have thread this needle.
Still unsure I waver as the moment
passes.

What magic will it take to pull me through to the light?

Always asking why not me?
Victory hidden in the shade.