Friday, February 6, 2015

height



when i know that leaving is a must
more than a request
a demand
a sentence
free(dom)

from me
from you
from us
that...world
that...pain
that...loss
those expectations
those assuming thoughts
those obligated nights
those tired mornings

i wrote once
that i wanted to be a bird
i was 5 or 6 or 7
doesn't matter. i knew. this. here. now
i saw this. i saw me.

i don't like me
i don't like this
i don't like who i have become
i forgive...
you
mostly me

i forget...
you, in the midst of remembering me

i am thankful

i know i am more
i am better
i have, been better
i see more
i hear better
i feel, me
i want me

i am
that bird
a bird

i fly
i am flying


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