Poetry: Week 1, December 2018

What if I decided this narrative was all I would write 
That these words would no longer the be a contingent of my own making 
Instead I'd take the paper 
Craft a pair of battered wings 
And soar away through threadbare libraries 
Filled with the remains of every other story laden angel
Who's dreams carried then only so far
What if I decided to take that risk
To step away from the hollow bookshelves 
And fly