A damaged girl, sporting sweaty palms.
Coffee fueled and ready for flight. A twisted contortionist for optimal fitting,
perhaps in the overhead compartment, she's no bigger than any carry-on.
She'll pass on the peanuts, pretzels, and postcards. Feathered trail of bread crumbs be gone.
Taking the path never-traveled, making it up along the way. Seeking the sort that no one will, and the friends others fear to know.
A conqueror of the unexplored, learning what we all have right to know,
but rarely ever search for.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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