I feel more myself
than I have in a long while,
now that you have gone.

Frankly, this feeling of vulnerability and weakness is so very consuming.

The undeniable fact that my heart is puppeted by those gossamer wisps of daydreams and
of course,
you
remains etched in my skin.

I cannot quite
let you go
because that would
simply
mean
I will let me go too.

that                        tree                     has                       no                         leave­s,    
they                 fell                 in        Autumn          as           they              should,
but              now         life           stretches            up,          making         bridges
         between      dirt             and         heaven,         and          the          tree        
remains         remains,            a      crack       in the           lens of
the        eye,        but        please         don't            chop
it      down,        it       *****      at the         crud
still     and        is     not       done,        it is
too  cold   and  hollow     to      burn,
the   flame   would   be   quick
and gone,
so leave the
sharp twig
limbs,
to scratch at
the earth
and battle
decay in
vain

When I was little all I wanted to do was fly
Like angels in the bible
Or like Peter Pan
With a little bit of faith, trust
And lots of pixie dust

When I was a bit older
I dreamed of being like a bird
While looking out of the classroom window
Not wanting to return home
I could spread my wings and protect myself
And fly
Just fly

One day I tried to fly
When I launched myself off my balcony
But gravity pulled me down and red liquid blossomed from my knee
While tears stained my cheeks
"What were you doing?" My mom yelled
I hiccuped through my crying
"I just wanted to fly."

I am standing on the edge
150 feet up in the air
I try not to think of it as falling
I imagine myself finally flying
And feeling the wind rush across my face and leave me flushed
I spread my arms and imagine wings
And let go
All to fly