Though the world feels too small
but my wings still can't fathom all
The northern air sways right
but my body refuses
to lift my soul.
Shall I leave my fate
to the wind beneath
or take the plunge
in the ocean's fall.

One day, i am going to grow wings,
And leave this place behind and never look back.
One day, i am going to grow wings,
And live as myself forever.
One day, I am going to grow wings,
And be the person I needed then.
One day, I am going to grow wings,
And not be scared of the height.
One day, i am going to grow wings,
And be free.

My wings will be big,
To support the weight of my grief.
My wings will be large,
To have the stability i never had.
My wings will be clean,
To remind me of the dirt in my soul.
My wings will be strong,
To fly high and fast from the depths of myself.
My wings will be light,
To make me feel like i never even had them in the first place.

In a fantasy world,
My soul is pure.
In a fantasy world,
My heart isn't hurting when left alone.
In a fantasy world,
My mind isn't my enemy.
In a fantasy world,
My existence isn't something to fight for.
In a fantasy world,
I will grow wings.

One week since you've gone
Day by day I yearn
I wait for your return
Am and night, I sit silently
Gonna be there a bit longer
Grow as a person eventually, but
Wings take time to create

I wish you could see me
More than my gaze,
More than my smile
I wish you could hear more than these words
That I’m speaking out loud

Your eyes wander up and down slowly against my silhouette
Yearning my embrace, craving my warmth
Just to fill your thirst with your empty glass
Eyes that lust - dress me up in lies.
Gouge them out and throw them away, please - If you can not, meet me in purity

Haunted by tomorrow’s hopes,
I wish you could see me.
Not just idolize or fantasize
I am not your projection
I am not your sacred prize
I wish - you could see me.

Immaturity loves Shiny objects,
Because that’s what beings are to IT - objects, right?

IT caught a Butterfly and caged her in,
Just to boast: “I touched her Wing.”
But never asked how Light is fed,
Or why the Stars sleep in her head

IT wants to say IT once touched Divinity,
But not honor it, nor grow with it

In seeking to cage the Butterfly,
You lost the chance to learn
how to tend your own Light
in the presence of one
Who carried Sun in her wings

I can never be enough,
Or fully myself.
You want me to limit my presence for your liking,
Need to be careful not to shine too bright, Otherwise you’ll go running to the shadows. There’s the comfort zone..
Did I scare you?

“Too much” - what does that even mean?

Perhaps it’s just the trembling scream
Of egos fearing what they lack,
So they attack or turn their backs,
Since her fullness can only be tolerated in fragments.


If you want to stay in your comfort zone,
By all means go ahead, regress.
But don’t expect me to conform.

I don’t operate for likes,
Or to have people understanding me anyway. I know all wisdom seekers were also once never understood,
So I don’t expect you to.
But nobody told me how lonely
This path of Truth was to be walked upon.

This is the ache of the mystic,
The healer, the truth teller
The one who feels so much, Sees so deeply
Yet must often walk
Without being truly met

Still…

I wish you could See Me.

Who lurks in dark?
Those corners of life,
Where nothing shines through.
Somebody waiting,
For a door to open,
For a sliver of light to peek through.
Enough for them to spread their wings,
Knowing somebody will see.