So small, so heavy
Rooted down
Standing still
my heels grow weary -
gravity chains me to the ground
Cords keep me from falling
Endless, falling down
I watch them flying, longing
But there is no flying now
All my wings, all ancient dreams
My brittle bones, bereaved
Crawling keeps me safe
No crash
no blaze of frantic flame
No burn out as the embers die
And yet
No leaping over mountains
No fire in my eyes
I cannot lose myself in darkness
I cannot see the light
I cannot fall through nothingness
But neither can I
fly
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