And I never had a reason
To let light into my eyes
Never asked for air in my lungs
Weighed down by broken hearts and restless minds
I know there’s no love waiting
At the end of stormy days
That’s why you’ll never see me run to
Step out of the rain
I am made in my own image
There are no strings on me
I’ve learned how to live in
The spaces between destinations
All the places that are no place at all
Because this life is not a gift, nor a curse,
No blessing and no sickness
I am only until “I am,” becomes, “I was.”
I am made in my own image
No cross to bear, no vows to swear
I share my bed with rodents and serpents
I’m more at home with the unwanted
What’s done is done.
“What dreams may come?”
That I may fly without the tethers of love
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