Word Shadows

These words are anchors at my feet,
shadows of my despair
because I want to fly
without a pilot's license
into the hollow of my being,
shake hands with my soul
and reconfirm my ultimate desire
to dance daily by the fire
on the edge of my existence.
But I am a tired moon tonight
with my glow up for national debate.

How long can I play hero to my coward before time?

 

New York