#kellanoliver

[honey-and-sting]

First Flight

I.

I am lifted-

high above the quilt of land & it’s scattered little puddles,

floating in a sea of delicious clouds.

I am almost Icarus-like, but his wax wings are replaced with metal.

What a beautiful world I come from- a beauty I couldn’t see  until it was beneath me.

II.

Fear creeps in again. Is this the thing I’ve dreaded?

Delay, delay, delay with no reason given.

Trapped in a shaking tin can circling idyllic clouds in search of land

& I’m alone. Alone.

III.

Relief floods me in one deep breath.

We are permitted to land.

I see the earth peeking out between the clouds, curved & covered iin stretch-mark rivvers.

I’m almost halfway to her arms.

[honey-and-sting]

The Fog

Sadness has carried me around the muted house, as if I'm floating through doorways mindlessly & ghostlike.

My depression is a fog that rose out from nowhere & swallowed me up until I couldn't see, couldn't feel another living soul.

This poem is me reaching out. Please see me. Please grab my hand & pull me out.

[honey-and-sting]

Sharp

"I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach out for you again." -Arthur Miller

You were there in my dream- soft as the day you were born & I could have sworn you were light, pure light. I fell in love with you all over again. It was so easy to trust you, to pull myself into your embrace again. It felt like this time could be different. Until you turned sharp again, cut out my heart with a ruthlessness I forgot you were capable of. I felt like I was careening into the darkest pit there ever was & I swore to myself I'd never make the same mistake again.