Poem
I can no longer carry the weight
Of who I have been
So I must let something end
Not my heartbeat, but the voice
That keeps calling me my failures
I wear the face loss
But some endings
Are beginnings in another language
Even the bird must leave a branch
Not because it stops loving it,
But because some places are meant to hold you
Until you remember you have wings.
I now walk through the fire
With my spirit finally rising
Above my fears
With hope of meeting my new self
Beyond the ashes.
