winged

today i have a sadness holding onto me

like-heavy-feathered wings i’ve not asked for

it will travel me

through my autonomy

also unwanted

as what i do want is him

in my everydayness

touching me

looking into me

lightening the heaviness of my being

 

because poets don’t always get it right, do we

it is the weight that is unbearable

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