Divested in Flight

I also perceive

the stains of circumstance,

beacons of lost hope in this

collective minority

Grounding

Preserving

Cultivating

Loving

~

Value is a luxury that I covet so often

Value recognizes the empathy

that I have for isolation...

My presence returns to that cave,

hibernating my thoughts of nobility

~

Maybe a change in tone

will allow my sense of being

to flourish unconditionally

But they don't consider my true self as equal,

They don't realize the incarcerated emotions

of uncherished existence

~

The hummingbird knows best

and sings a similar song

The tiny wings flutter unabated

in an endless habitat of wonder,

exquisitely energetic with purpose

They crave constant sustenance

like I crave constant acceptance...

Our wings beat of a different drum,

rhythmically unique and resolute,

contending in a world of obstinance

~

Without my participation,

nature is thrown off course

I can no longer silence

thy audacious tongue,

fading away inaudible

Stretch

Feel

Love

Speak

Reach up and out, be proud

Repeat...