This is not all that I am
All that I can see
My eyes shut close and fade
Into nothing.
I can see you
And all my hinges all my twists.
My bereavements and edges
That I cannot take back
The light can take me
When I decide it is my time
But I am not done
I am not done living.
My feathers can burn.
Into soot
Take all of me that is left
That I can give.
But I am done giving up
What more
What more can I ha-------------
Mar 29, 2023
Mar 29, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
This is not all that I am
All that I can see
My eyes shut close and fade
Into nothing.
I can see you
And all my hinges all my twists.
My bereavements and edges
That I cannot take back
The light can take me
When I decide it is my time
But I am not done
I am not done living.
My feathers can burn.
Into soot
Take all of me that is left
That I can give.
But I am done giving up
What more
What more can I ha-------------
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