You are a leaf on a branch, as if about to fall, but aren't quite ready
You have no voice, but are dying to speak
You cannot see, but you know that the world is beautiful
I am the wind, about to blow you off the branch
I am the muzzle covering your mouth
I am the hands shielding your eyes
But when you fall, I will be there to catch you
I will cradle you in my chest, and comfort you
And when I finally uncover your eyes, and allow you to speak
I will set you loose on the world
And you will do great things
2007-01-28
07:44:44
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