FLY
I’ve spent days plucking every feather out of my tail,
Ripping my beauty bit by bit like it hurt just to be,
Believing it was all I had, led me to see nothing,
But imperfection every time I looked for that beauty,
The world seems to think differently,
But I wonder if my mind, it can change,
Help me think a little better about these things,
That are God-given if only to be grateful for them,
I’ve spent days scrubbing my skin raw,
As if this skin was the very thing that brought me beauty,
And if I could find this perfection beneath the layers,
Perhaps it would all be worth it but until then I’ll peel them,
Like I am desperately searching for a mineral,
Beneath the layers of earth that cover me,
Thinking maybe in it I’ll find a miracle,
In which I can say at least I found salvation,
I spent days clipping at my wings,
If every they sprouted the thought of beauty behind me,
Like my flight would never be until the day,
The sky would feel just right but for now, I’m grounded,
Tethered to the earth by a ball and chain,
Knowing every attempt is a dream in a letter,
A postcard from every regret and failure,
Knowing I’m safer holding on to this fetter than I am to fly,
~ Frankhie
