And so I fell from an extreme height
in what I thought was the name of love
went a long way down
until I finally anchored myself with realisation
Took a while to find the handholds
eventually locating a route up
as I learnt the whole truth
that you had tried to keep hidden
Wings seemed to sprout from my shoulders
growing at an impressive speed
flapping hard of their own accord
propelling me up into the sky
Now I am above where I was before my descent
I will not be going down again
I may have fallen under the belief of love
but in the name of hatred I rose again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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