do you?

Do you know me?

Do you see me?

Do you hear me?

What do you see
when you look at me?

Silence has sealed my lips and
my heart
numbed
to the warmth of closeness.

And yet,
content is where I stand.

I cannot expect any longer,
cannot wait any longer,
for the welcoming arms of theirs
and the words
"how are you?"

For I do not live for them
nor do they live for me.

I was created to not have a
home.
No attachments, no
commitments.
At least, for now, I pray.


I was made to fly.

Maybe I am ready. Maybe I shall find joy in my
flights.

Unclip my wings, up above,
please,

for I am ready.