i miss being lulled to sleep
by the sound of ocean waves,
i feel weepy.
i was never meant to stay,
be the obedient type.
when mother says i love you
it only feels like handcuffs,
tethered in her fear
of somehow being left behind,
never wanting us to fly off
(who’s abandoning whom here?)
to become the best versions of ourselves.
i want release.
i want
a love of lifting air currents,
the tuck n roll, flap-woosh of awe-inspiring wings.
a love of wind filling sails,
shores shrinking on the horizon.
