no one tells you
that freedom
initially
feels nothing like flight
it is a plunge
falling headfirst
the air invades
your gaping mouth
arms and legs
are severed from your body
you become a seed
scattered violently
into the air
hoping for
fertile ground
1 comment:
your poems leave me reaching for tissue. your emotions are so raw on the page, and i literally feel the pain amidst your passion for freedom
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