Nobody is born to fly

we first grow wings

and test the tides

The tides gets greedy

consumes our pride

The forge, the hammering

The will to fight

blisters and withers

from rust to shine

As time solidifies,

strength magnified.

The tide we were quondam denied.

Took refuge beneath our arms

We’ve grown to fly

born dependent

Now we rule the sky

Embrace your wild

It’s the ony way to survive

She calls you

With her mellifluous weep

A sob

Sweet and rhythmic

She courts you

Bending to embrace

You rest

On her rough trunk

She tickles you awake

With her limp tendrils

Getting heavier

You seek escape

These wings, they're so heavy,

A burden on my shoulders,

A reminder to always strive to be perfect,

Not human, I can't act like a human,

I can't cry or pout,

Seem sad even just a little,

Can't make mistakes,

Can't be any different,

I have to hide under these burdensome wings,

And fly in the circle traced out for me...

~Mariya

in the midsts of the darkest day

the sun still pulsates

within the stars

( the light hides in you . my dear )

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