Apotheosis
Published in
Apr 14, 2021
To think this is the highest I’ll fly
Mere inches off the ground
My brittle wings battered by earth and sky
Neither were the impetus for my descent
But the weight of a guilty conscious
that sparked my discontent
that sent me into a nosedive
and filled my mouth with dirt and grit
Quite the inconvenience to still be alive
As I had come across my gnosis
Never to touch the sky again
That was my apotheosis
