flying

a metaphorical prose about my changing self

Holly Acker
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

it was as if my feet had springs

and my heart grew wings

fluttering about

with just one touch

i was off the ground

many feet up

not to come down

this is not the life i would choose for me

and with these wings i will fly

to find myself

a person who i have not met before

she is everything

along with more

but i am nothing

yet i am her

we are one

we are the same

when will i find the intersection?

when will i become both at once?

will i lose my soul entirely? will a new one take its place?

or will it grow, blooming beautiful sunflowers filled to the brim with emptiness?

or will there be daisies holding the good and the bad like a yin-yang sign?

or will i ever find a tulip, the flower that could never do wrong? the flower that i strive to be, a symbol of innocence and beauty.

a reminder of my early days, when all was sweet and full of magic

where is the magic, when you grow? do you lose it as you go?

i believe it is still with me but not as seen. i must dig deeper to know her again. the tulip that i was before, i can be her once more

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Holly Acker

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