From before.

Blocked
And blocked
And out there
Somewhere
Thoughts
Trapped
Hiding
Blocked like ink from a dead pen
Like fish in nets from the freedom of the ocean
Like bears caught in a steel trap
Like your hand squeezed tight around my wrist
Blocked
Hopeless
No chance, someone whispers.


He just looks at them
And says
Fuck
That.

Steps.

Fall down, come back to life,
be breathed into like they spit into you, made you grow
made you realize quickly what it takes sometimes to
become a human being.
Reimagine your future;
it's not as far away as you may think.

Height and memory.

Mention:
memory
and it's forgotten.
Maybe:
mobilization.
Moreover:
modesty,
and an honest attempt.
Mission:
completely possible,
just like everything else
in this bird's eyes [views].
Mountains:
never were higher than when
she was photographing eagles.