love

and it’s funny the limitations we put on ourselves
how quick we are to blame another
for what we’re too afraid
to show
ourselves

and in the pointing we are distracted
when really it’s us we should be looking at
us we should be analyzing
constantly

so easy it is, to break these chains, if we want it.
so comfortable we are, in these habits, we’ve been stuck in
for too long
now
now
now
is the chance to break free from this prism of containment
this cage of endangerment

so long you have beat your wings that they are broken
and, stumbling, you can barely make it to your exit

how could i ever expect you
to fly?

i couldn’t.
i wouldn’t.
so rest gently, in my palm,
as i carry you through
the night

that is your dawn