Born fully feathered, an old soul
a foundling that found us
you came to stay
as if you knew we’d need you
The days are bearable because of you
You carry my befores and afters –
It’s your burden, to hold that part of me
I’m sorry
I regret all the things I couldn’t fix
The world takes everything
except the art and sadness in your eyes
and your wild heart, full of romance
and mischief – Loki, Bacchus, Trickster
all vie to live within you
I’ll never stop wanting to protect you
You’re wise enough to wear the mask of fool
when, really, you’re the hanged man
The world wants to mold you
turn you into something replicated, two dimensional
Fight it
Do you feel folded, an origami girl?
A doll in a chain of paper?
Fight it
May you never be at the mercy
of the hand that holds the scissors