The Heights

And if I might succeed,
might silence the insanity,
then I must learn of you
to close my ears, my eyes,
must find within myself
that yearning which was lost,
what longing waits
to be revived,
the self who I once was;
a fire not yet died,
but there amongst the ash
still, an ember glows a light;
my soul, my breath within,
the person I am meant to be;
the person who I am; before I
forget; how I have always been
as free to burn as high as the heights.

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2 thoughts on “The Heights

  1. fridayam says:

    There is such lovely writing (and feeling) in this poem, though I do feel the last three words are not the right ones–the near repetition of high and heights.

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