Climbing through forrest barriers and scary lullabies
Searching for answers but knowing they might never be justified
Children of the impaired batch can no longer
run or pretend to own the world
Babies cannot desire a thing,
nor cry or plead
Masquerade parties no longer have dancing circles
Bare feet with cracked heels
once again begin to bleed
Trailing blood
Branches collapse as leaves become brittle
Feeling compelled to continue climbing
among evil fiends who have learned to growl
and show teeth
Ignoring it all but the steps taken
to prepare for a life threatening leap
Suddenly airborne between trees
~Tina Meeks
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