Flight

Wild and flaring and out of control

Tempered and raging and too hot for the soul

Must get it out, set it free, let it go

Wash it clean, scrub it clean, until as pure as snow

The smallest imperfection, the barest hint of attitude laden bite

And the spark drops on gasoline, ka-boom, a blinding light

Then suddenly a vengeful figure towers over one fallen to the floor

But the feelings are opposite as the fallen heads for the door

Heavy and bitter and mournful

Accusing and proving and scornful

To the court of one’s mind, the jury convenes, and convicts

And one wonders if they can give themselves enough kicks

Sweet words of honey bleed out as a result

Causing the other for a moment to halt

They turn back to face the one they love most and most fear

Trying to hold onto this moment where things are clear

Soothing and wounding and getting harder to bear

Loving and hating and fighting despair

Truly I’d stay, but if I don’t leave now I never will

And I’ve borne enough, anymore would kill