The feathers on my back are not my own
A reassuring frame of fortification, armouring my naivety
Escaping the denial that those others aren’t always driven by the heart
You caress the wounds of my fights until healed
With caring nobility, nonetheless anger for my strife
A bullet would sink into the flesh of your chest
Before you let me lose my life
You are my wings
Each breath you exhale elevates my spirit
So my soul flies on the freedom of love
And I’m free; my being is whole and endlessly free
For you took the lost shards I thought were gone
And devotedly bonded the gaps
By Kiri Gray ©
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