If you let me
I’m here for it
Because I love it
All in Free Verse
Proxima Centauri
4.22?
I think that's close enough to see the light
And far enough away to not be affected
I know what I'm not
I'm not what they think
And not what you know
I know about the nots
They comfort me in a way
It's the certainty that causes me dread
I'm not sure what will become of me
When I fix my mirror
And use a compass
I doubt my resolve when only the core remains
People have ideas of themselves
But that's all they are until one learns
I want the perfect Storm
An authentic Halle Berry
Not some stunt double
But the actual lightning
That leaves me struck
He sits cowered
As if he never left the womb
Drenched in a sodium rich shower
He thirsts for courage
And his name shall be confidence
Everyone talks about the worm
And the butterfly or moth
Never the cocoon
Which is like dying
But you're above ground
That's what interests me the most
I want to hear about the pain
What had to be sacrificed?
And how to come out not alive
But evolved
To what you were created for
The butterfly or moth can't tell me
Can you?