You were there
When my soul started to explore
Its true identity-no more hiding
In a conservative chrysalis;
You watched me dry my wings
And take flight.
And you were there when I flew too close to the sun,
I played with fire
And forgot that it burns.
My wings turned black
As I fell to the ground-charred Icarus,
Fallen star.
And you never left my side as
I tended my wounds
By moonlight.
Sometimes even the best medicines don’t come in pills
From doctors.
Sometimes even the best medicines don’t work.
And as my soul tripped over itself
Like a baby deer learning to walk,
You said it was too much.
I was too much.
You left me in the woods,
And told me to find my own way home
But you,
You taught me how to spread my wings, and
You caught me before I hit rock bottom, and
You were the best medicine,
And you are my home,
And you left.
My soul withers,
You snapped the stems; I did not bloom.
But my roots run deep.
Running with memories,
I will chase the stars;
My soul is a nebula-I build galaxies.