You were the air current
Rushing through the trees
Trying to reach me
You cleared the path
As you brushed the hair
From my face
Raising me
To a new perspective
The world was no longer
A dizzying maze
Trapping me
At every turn
With you I could see
The whole of creation
Infinite possibilities
A way out
You freed my mind
Just when I thought
The chains
Might break me

The air is still now
As I stand alone
Back on solid ground
Waiting for the wind
To pick up again
Meanwhile I work
Making paper wings
Out of my words
Hoping to sail
Through the sky
Once again
Even if the wind
Never returns
Even if I must
Journey alone
I keep the memory
Of the clouds
Mapping hope
With a ballpoint pen

— B.


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