And I'd
smile like
I mean it,
miles wide,
like the wings
of a mythical eagle
or some symbolic phoenix.
But behind my eyes
I was a boat capsized,
trying to tie together
the words spoken.
For I couldn't comprehend,
or understand
the subtle cues,
or the tics
to the voice you used.
I spent years confused
by the whispering trees
in the corridors of learning.
And my seat was burning
as I was itching to see meaning
in my yearning.
To understand the waves,
or how the world
kept turning,
when everyone looks down on it
and treads all over its surface.
I poured myself into books
I was too young
to understand, too unwired
to fully tie the lines
to the images that
flashed in my mind.
But I saw worlds
not unlike mine.
And I walked with
demons and ghouls,
I held love in the
whistling hills, and
I wandered the
word-lined fields,
to serve myself a meal
that would fill my soul...
And for a brief escape I felt.
Whole.
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