I am so afraid to fall
that I do not let myself fly

I say to myself
"I can't do it"
but I never really tried

too far up
too close to the Sun
I cling to the Earth
trembling

how much courage
will it take
for me to learn
to trust my wings?

the cold despair
of an unrightable wrong

and the bright golden hope
of a songbird at dawn

the doubt of the wanderer
in the dark night

and the faith of the flower
that turns to the light

the anger and pain
of a deep trust betrayed

and the closeness and safety
that true love has made

sometimes it seems
the whole world sings
a single song

about these things

the real me:
am I what I cannot change?
who I choose to be?

this poem isn't about you
I don't know how I feel
I'd rather write about the Moon
or something else that's real

or how the rising tide can be
a metaphor for change
or something deep
beneath the sea
mysterious and strange

but will I turn away from you
in silence and control
or write the shining sky into
a mirror for your soul?

with every single word I write
the lie becomes less true
to shout into the night
"This poem isn't about you!"

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how much of your soul have we bought?
do you decide what the world thinks
or learn to think the Zeitgeist's thoughts?

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watch your step
don't rock the platform you've been given
choose your words
like you deserve
to blindly serve the algorithm

when you do bad things
I forgive you

when you show weakness
I don't judge

although sometimes
I get angry

still I do not
hold a grudge

your imperfections
make you special

your problems
make me want to help

and it is true
that I love you

the way I wish
I loved myself

you are like a well
when I fall into you
my sky becomes so narrow
I can only see one sign