Dellymari's Blog

 Dying.

Lying

to myself,

trying.

Hold onto the string.

Safety.

I desperately want

to lose

prove

Float free from—

Its weighty foundation.

Above clouds of ordinary

feel the success.

Traveling feet.

Confident quest –

The helium life inside…

Abounding.

Everyday, a different color,

yellow, blue, orange, green, purple:

Kiss me beautiful!

Oh little shining star, someone etched a

scary face,

frown.

You learned

not to trust,

judge

natural instinct.

Inseparable from

a tied knot,

dependable ribbon.

Grounded.

Held my hand, thank you

for security.

Now let the air out,

I must go.

Love you from lost worlds,

creating themselves

inside the hollow

of an oval-shaped promise.

Only I can fulfill…

Please remember

our stories,

should I return home

for a roof overhead

and a buttered biscuit.

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