ON A STRING At the border, so close to heaven, so small the people below. People, mean, nasty, cruel have they treated you, always. A life on a string, you just have to let go. At farewell make a dream coming true; at farewell learning to fly. Sunset, it has never been so beautiful, flamingly fervid red, heart-warming. This earth, unique and wonderful, actually you love it still. Only you and the sunset and the tender wind; silence. Scream, scream out all the pain, tears full of sadness, cry. Down takes you the elevator, worn out, exhausted, relieved. A life saved. © Michelle Klemm