I can't be powerful for them,

Not for invisibles that I never knew.

My heart leaps to strangers

Looking for some salvation

Some light, now I've turned myself over to the dark.

My mind knows better than that

And stops me, but the friction

Brings tears. And fury

And to them, it seems there's no reason for it,

And I'm only crying

And running

And fighting

Because I can't adapt to what they can.

 

Weakling.

 

That's what they think.

That's what they dismiss me as.

I can't deal with it, they think.

 

But I can learn to suffer quietly

I can leave the fire inside of me,

I can.

But is that the answer?

Is hiding it the answer?

I know better than they do.

If I am a weakling.

-Watch,

I want to tell them,

-Watch the weakling you'll never believe in.

-Watch the weakling who has too many tears.

-Watch the weakling who fears the world.

-Watch the weakling who can't live without hate.

-Watch the weakling as she lets go of this beautiful, terrible earth.

-Watch the weakling as she opens her wings.

-Watch the weakling as she reaches, higher, higher.

-Watch the weakling as she flies,

I shout. Then

I take off.

Feathers of angels and the bones of devils' dragons.

The wings I found--

Made?

Carry me somewhere far away.

I bear for the stars.

Weakling? Ha!

 

Watch her as she flies.