a heart is a heavy burden to bear.
a heart so full it engulfs you in flames,
consuming every part of you,
every gory bit and piece.
a heart like yours:
free,
untethered but aching,
free, yet always searching,
like the ocean.
like a bird circling for somewhere – anywhere – to settle down:
a trunk,
a branch,
even the barest twig.
but alas, each flight ends the same:
a twig already taken,
or too brittle to bear you.

“i’ll never find a twig.“

and yet, surely,
even crooked wings find crooked nests.

you have so much love,
so much heart.
it’s a shame you bear it alone.

this is all i am:
free as a bird,
but loved by no one.
just sky beneath me.
nowhere soft to land.