This place is breaking me
Brittle from the cold of this island

Stress is eating me for breakfast
A coat made with my stomach lining

Butterfly wings inside of my lungs
Heart heavy like a dripping sponge

Mud on my boots gluing me down
To a place I must leave to find myself again

It's time
Time to fly away
Back to those who know me
To those who want to hold me close
Those who barter with deep smiles and warm truths

Let me leave now
People here don't care to know my name
Two syllables they choose never to learn to say

Wrapped in their own lives
They don't look to see the child inside
The girl who only ever wanted to be loved

To be trusted with secrets
To hold and be held
To be looked at and to really see

To be the ears, arms, and eyes
There for anyone in need

E. Poe
*Nov 2013