..weLL this poeM teLLs more abouT my personaliTy..
I am falling upward to the dark sky, desire extending like wings,
feather tips fastened to the ground
i am trying to know who, or what you are.
In kindergarten, I remember being told that all good things
come from you, that it was you who created everyone
that it was you who made me, the urge to believe this
was strong as the need to push when at the precipice of birth.
How often has this world entered my heart,
leaving fingerprints sharp as nails, puncturing flesh and bone
you must know what always breaks is what is already broken
i wonder if the velocity of your love out measures the velocity of my pain
knowing your enormous hands have punished more than they have forgiven.
Yet at each exact moment I am unable to rise
you quicken the need to unravel yourself
and suddenly, I become the song that climbs chords of fire and rain
repentance arriving almost instinctively
a whisper frigid to your ear.
How is it to know what your eyes can reach
how you hold the weight of everything on your palms
or the manner in which you keep me still with a blanket at night
at times, I mistake you for the wind.
It is not enough to know you are never confused
with the blue of sky and sea
it is not enough to know that in this world
some fissures exist solely to swallow pain.
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