It’s cold and lonely up here,
And not because I’m five stories up this building,
But it’s because it’s hard when you waddle your feet in the water that could at one point submerge your whole body,
It’s hard to imagine a life where you were not cherophobic,
Your “I am fine” was as genuine as Heaven’s promises,
And the sweet serenity of your mother’s tender caresses are no longer there,
You’ve become your own person,
It’s a view from the top because you now have wings to fly,
With nowhere to go,
With nowhere in mind,
Such is the view from the top…
Nessa ❤️
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