Flying
Finally flying
Rough winds ahead
Stick to it to the end
Because baby I'm finally flying
But flying is hard work
No matter how good it feels
Time to land
Need to rest
So tired now the day has ended
Lethargic from my fatigue
So off to bed
After food and drink
Didn't brush my teeth
Didn't change my clothes
Found a sleep so deep
Dreamt of lions and mice
Don't ask cuz don't know
In the morning
Frail and stiff
Meat eggs and milk
Fruit and bread
Water so sweat
Still feel like led
But ready to work
Ready to fly
Want to make the most
Of a wonderful gift
The gift of today
So I work those wing
I Need Metal to Forge My Story by 44NTW44, literature
Literature
I Need Metal to Forge My Story
We are searching for something to feed ourselves
So that we do not wish to hang or cut, drown or electrocute
So that we do not jump with no intent on flying
Some find it in song and dance, or bask in the beauty of nature
Some try to collect their joy on dusty, wooden bookshelves
At one point thought I had found it
It is the spice of life we seek
So why do I feel so empty?
There is something so wrong... this thing, it is long absent,
Recognizable in the shadows dancing down below
In a place others would presume to name my soul
It is lost to the downcast longing found each and every morning
It is as if I need to find a meaning whe
Once I cross your threshold will you no longer look so grim?
Will you be waiting with a kind good-bye
Then send me on my way,
Or are you the type to sit for one last cup of tea?
How will he escort me from this birthplace to the next?
His gentle hand or mighty blow,
All it takes is a single swing,
And will I ever see the light of day again
Will I even care?
Will I be there?
A looming figure tall and lien
The face that all before have seen,
The messenger of my demise
Who wears a ragged cloak for his disguise.
I am terrified of seeing Death in all his glory.
I dread the mighty power of the silent darkest angel,
Yet someday I must
I care.
Why?
I don't know,
Because it makes sense?
Caring is essential.
Don't argue.
It just is.
I wish more people cared.
I mean really cared.
There is caring
Yet letting it go
And then there is caring enough
To help.
You have to try.
I once saw someone
Whose name I didn't know
Whom I had never talked to
Sitting on the floor
Crying their eyes out
Face buried in their knees.
Everyone else was ignoring her.
I sat down next to her
And put my arm around her.
I was sad.
She was sad.
We were sad together.
It helped.
Don't hide
Don't avoid my gaze
Please let me see what lies beneath
The real you inside.
Please look into my searching eyes
Each honey-hazel,
Open wide,
Ready to welcome whatever you send.
At times they falter
Need a break
But they always search for something more.
Please look me in the eyes
So we can truly feel each other's presence.
We need to make connections
To feel we are alive
That we have a purpose,
That we are not a pointless bubble
Filled with nothing
Waiting to be popped.
I must feel I am not alone.
I wish to see your pain and joy
Your wisdom and your folly.
I have failed so many times
Fallen and wished to stay
If I could be a ghost
Never to pass on
I would gladly pass away.
Even if there is no beyond
I would rather go then stay
I would rather not rot until the end of time.
I will face my end with grace and gratitude
Be it nonexistence
Be it everlasting life.
I will fight to the end
But when it comes
I know I will not regret living.
All my sorrow
I hope to let it go
And fly to what we all must face.
I hope to find
I'm not the only one
Wherever I go.
If it is a blackness in which I would disappear
Still I will fly
For rest is rest in any form.
If it was a choice between ending as I am
Or holding on
And becoming something less?