A Step Toward LifeA Poem by Blonde ComaThe wind stings my face As I run against its
current. I took in your scent And now I am as high as
can be, Running from rooftop to
rooftop Until I reach the heights
of pleasure, That I have of yet to
experience. I'm an adrenaline junky And my heart beats to the
drums of war. This is dangerous But I'm drawn to it, Like a curious eye over
the edge of a cliff. I'm at my breaking point And curiosity still
pushes me further. The drums beat And the wind carries that
sultry scent. With outstretched hands I step toward the edge, Reaching for yours in
understanding. I breathe in life, Let go of inhibitions, And lived. © 2014 Blonde ComaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 16, 2014 Last Updated on February 16, 2014 AuthorBlonde ComaPhiladelphia, PAAboutI have been writing for the past couple of years, mostly poems but I've started to dabble in a few short stories. most if not all of my writing has metaphors and a lot of ancient Greek mythology infl.. more..Writing
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