Last night I was a bird.
I remember flying over my best friend's room.
I saw his eyes staring through his ceiling at me.
I remember seeing my sister's face
and her hand waving, waving.
I remember feeling split.
Like I was someone else,
as if I had never been anything other than a ghost.
When I awoke I was sinking.
My tangled sheets reminded me of ocean waves
or a pot boiling over.
Who do I love?
Who do I want to be?
Why do we crawl towards the light
like it is the only choice we have?
When I was younger the world was my sky.
I never fell asleep afraid of my own eyes.
Why do we throw bricks
into our own abandoned buildings?
I want to be someone who remembers
or laughs without trying
or both.
I want to wake after a dream and know that I've flown.
I remember flying over my best friend's room.
I saw his eyes staring through his ceiling at me.
I remember seeing my sister's face
and her hand waving, waving.
I remember feeling split.
Like I was someone else,
as if I had never been anything other than a ghost.
When I awoke I was sinking.
My tangled sheets reminded me of ocean waves
or a pot boiling over.
Who do I love?
Who do I want to be?
Why do we crawl towards the light
like it is the only choice we have?
When I was younger the world was my sky.
I never fell asleep afraid of my own eyes.
Why do we throw bricks
into our own abandoned buildings?
I want to be someone who remembers
or laughs without trying
or both.
I want to wake after a dream and know that I've flown.
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Nightheart
Feb 11, 2020
I love this poem! It is abstract enough that we have to think about it, but also concrete enough that we have something to think about. I would really recommend doing maybe a rewrite and seeing if you could extend it, because I feel like you could really make this into something longer! Thanks so much for posting!
-Nightheart
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