I’m not sure if I’m
supposed to be
in a gaggle or a herd, though I do know I’d run far and fast from being in a school.
I may be better off as a lone wolf but I wonder if that’s even
a real thing because I’ve only
ever seen those beautiful
canines in packs.
Eagles fly alone but they can’t always be because then there would be no more brave birds cascading through storms like it’s their favorite past time.
Maybe it’s just past my time and
I did find paw prints that matched mine but those lions have moved on due to my pride.
Whatever the why, I’m alone now and I don’t know what group
I belong to.
It feels so darkly so that I’d be happy to be part of a murder and crash with crows.
I want to start a fire.
I want to rake the sticks and
smack the stones, even if they are the same ones that
broke my bones.
The message I wrote has floated away into the waves and
no one will ever pop the cork and unfurl the paper caressing
my last words.
My soul is saved but I’m sending out an SOS because I cannot sail
all of the sea alone.
I am not as arrogant as Invictus,
I know I am not the master nor the captain, because when I take control all that awaits is shipwreck.
I do not want to sink but the sea is strong and it terrifies me.
The wind is screaming. The sun scorches my sensitive skin.
The nights are darker than my worst dreams.
Help me, help me, help me.
If this is how things will be at least let me be covered
with broad, white wings.
Let me see the swallows,
shift me to the shore.
God help me not be
I need to be on the sand and make something burn as hot as I do internally.
Rage and pain. Fire and brimstone.
Capture this castaway.
I want to build a tepee.
Light the fire, let it shine,
will I find my tribe?