Day Seven: Gifts/Joys

NaPoWriMo2019, Poetry


I guess if there is a gift,

It’s feeling close to you in spite of the rift,

You were flight free from a cliff,

Spiked my adrenaline,

Foregoing risk,

At what profit?

Name yourself Victor of a new story,

I will only ever possess no less than God given potential and hard won glory

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