I took 3 years of piano
so apathetic
But feeling guilty
for wasting training in the human apex
wrote down musician on my list of desired traits
in a mate
probably Because I couldn’t measure
Up
Funny . . .
a good half of that list
consisted of proficiencies in where I felt I failed
confused
not understanding how complete I was
not understanding that mastering a musical instrument is not a virtue

It doesn’t stop cutting you
but you learn to trust in healing
It’s written in your scars
Everything heals
And your fears fade

Is it a stereotype
or a more common truth
that a woman finds her strength
when she walks away from a man?

the lion in me laughs
waiting for its roar

Oh! the glorious sails rising on the breeze
I’ve come this time to watch
and not be seen

It’s raining again
So I sit here with my wings open
letting water run through every feather
spring cleaning for my dreams

My heart is heavy
though my world is filled with light
my eyes are full of tears
And it’s because I’ve closed my mouth
too many times
But all the words are about to tumble out
Maybe this is why I’m a poet
I’m trying to speak
while still being secret
I’m trying to be known
without tearing down walls in my life
I’m trying to be free
without really being free
All that is changing
I’m finally using my wings