she stands by the edge of the cliff, arms outstretched and on the verge of freedom, flying
then she hears a call, for help.
she rushes back from the cliff to find a a sister, a brother asking for aid
she gives or she tries her best to and then she runs back to the cliff, to take flight
but again she hears the voices reeling her in.
so she returns yet again
and again and again
to the point that prank calls are made.
but she tries, she tries.
perhaps her attempts have been futile
and all she has done thus far is to compound the situation
but she tries, she tries.
though now, she needs a compass to find her cliff.
and she hopes, she hopes.
fervently.
Entry @ 2:36 AM;
Saturday, April 19, 2008
