some days
i am a bird
i know no bounds
i fly high
above the heads
of those who wish me harm

above the doubt
and the worry

over fears of betrayal
and loss
and rejection

some days
i am invincible.

i can say
no
to those creeping thoughts
and to my own demons

...

but other days
i am a worm

crawling blind
beneath the gravel
of my distrust

shoveling self image
into my gaping mouth

swallowing only flaws

my forehead drags
beneath my belly
until i roll into a ball of rotten dreams
and words left behind
when i forgot how to speak

i am a puff of smoke
blowing past the ears of my lover
and my lover
he is a bird.

...

some days