I was a bird
who tried to run from it's cage
who learned the sky by failing
Each of my wing remembered
how often it was taught
that the flight that they longing to is a mistakes,
that wanting air was too much to asked for.
And below me...
the water waited.
I tried drinking from it,
but i never knew
that i was not meant to be,
that it was slowly poisoning me.
then the wind blows...
not loud....
not certain....
Just....... Kind (I Guess)
You arrived with the wind,
the person who does not command wings,
do not ask,
only smile...
You, too..... were afraid (I Guess)
both of us hurt
feathers down,
gills aching for air,
a body taught to survive by hiding and quietly ending ourselves.
I did not asked to be rescued ('Cause i know you are hurt too)
but i only try to open my wings and let the current decide.
Somewhere between sky and sea, we learned a third language,
a language where birds may rest on water,
where fish may dream of clouds big in the sky,
where our loves do not need to be granted permission by the people.
SO Dear,
let us walk the shoreline,
Only You and I,
Let us walk, not run
grow, not rush
Let us be two imperfect souls
choosing each other
in the soft of life, and the difficult of work of becoming
And after all this time,
Finding you
It does not feel like this is an arrival, nor felt like and end
Rather it makes me feel like belonging
belonging to the in-between
belonging... to... You....
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