Have you a stowaway in your heart?

Have you a stowaway in your heart?
A picture on your mind that won’t stop
no matter how often you change your thoughts,
but the train that brings your sight further from your
mind, the one vision that slows down your limited
time and gives you a distinct feeling that this is what
it means to be alive
and be a part of this species that enables the wingless
to fly and the ability to mark our likeness on mountain sides?

Do you have a stowaway housed within
your soul? The kind that doesn’t understand
that you’ve lost in love before and the damage
is still far from being controlled?
You’ve travelled the road before and still have scars
from the branches that itched and welcomed you
after too many wrong turns paired with an
unanswering phone.

Why do you continue to unrobe your
soul when the world throws you
back into the woods naked and abused?
A reminder that the world is cruel; tempting
you to turn that way too, not that it has
shown you that even the winged fall and all
mountains eventually fall?

Tresspass no more.
Forever I am done with the ways that
continuously finds new ways for my soul to break.

Free me from your presence, though dear,
that only batters me from rain and gales.
Leave my ship whilst the damage is slight,
I’m not your captain to welcome you to flight.


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