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Worry Stone
Taylor Payne
Your hold is too tight but
Encased, loving, in your own embrace
You have given me your fears
White feathered wings, dually attached
You and me, me and you: uncanny
Your smile like an Angel
Wish me to fly, to behave, to flourish
Arms folded; message in a bottle
Stuck in the clear cage of the life you wished for, better or worse
And you wish for me better
You spread your wings and fly
A baby, a man, a life
Why shouldn’t I?
You pluck the white feathers off my back
Sharp and soft, soft and sharp; we are one
Do not worry, you say
Fly anyways, onward and upward
Your eyes, stars from the heavens
Arms twisted, a stomach churning;
I am scared too, you say.
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