I'm flying with wings
That were given to me
By a couple that thought
That they'd forgotten
My birthday
I'm flapping as fast
As my back muscles
Will allow
And I don't know how
But I'm East bound
And dead set
I will get
To my home
The place that I know
I'm supposed to be
I gave myself freedom
This 4th of July
To get up off my
Ass and just try
Fly
And hover
Throw off the covers
To hell with the sheets
Stop this damned sleep
Walking circle and leap
And they gave it to me
The chance to see
How lucky I am
My family
They will never say what
They need to but
I'll accept anyway
And silently say
"I know. It's okay.
I forgive you."
But not for your sake
Because its not about them anymore
Before I'm 24
I will live to be
Totally free
Totally me
At 23
The loneliness I felt
Alone by myself
Turned into time
I used to find
Every part of me
That was potentially
Going to write a poem
And act
And make friends
Open doors
Ask for more
And make ends
My dad once threw
Me straight into
The deep end of a pool
And those ripples still move
As waves into
The shores of worlds
Away from my home
And I ride them alone
But now never lonely
Because of that which was born
Among the corn fields
Staring at walls
Wishing to be called
Talented, special, good
Hoping mom would
Spend the same time
And money on my
Life she did my
Father's demise
And that the smoke that would rise
From his Marlboro's eye
Would stifle his cries
For attention
Most parent's always hope
One day they'll slowly
Stop being able to help with your homework
They hope you'll be too smart
And, bless their hearts
But mine couldn't wait
For the day
That we could tell them
Exactly when
They were acting like kids
And needed to begin
Changing their ways
And stop misbehaving
They hoped to raise
Little parents one day
But I'd hoped as a kid
That they'd ever begin
Supporting me first
My god was I thirsty
In that salt water sea
Where dad left me
But now I'm afloat
Hell, now I'm a-fly
And as I look down on them from the sky
I cry
Freshwater tears and give them a drink
Some time to think
An image of me
Not letting my past
Dictate my actions
Anymore, and watching me grow
In what I've known
To be a real home
Within myself, and people I chose
To actually know
The real version of me
Born of the sea
And earning his keep
Gliding, sweetly
As they whisper 'wow'
At seeing me plow
Through the clouds
And forgive them.
