Fly With Me ~ #Poetry by @Tashtoo

Who told you, you were not beautiful?

By what authority do they speak?

Why would you lend your ear

To a voice that strips you of your worth?

I think you beautiful,

Though no authority do I claim.

Why do you hide?

Do you think this mask better represents

The you they wish to see?

It will never fit

Will only serve to prove their argument.

Your truth is blinding

Your heart…even more so.

Can I, for just a moment, hold your hand.

Feel the truth of your light

Despite your insistence it is not there.

I feel it…no matter how quickly

You pull away.

So much you have given me.

Can you not learn from your own lessons?

I was buried alive

Nearly died

Until you helped me rise.

Fingers raw, nails bent and broken

As you dug through the shadows

Tempted my truth.

And now your hands bear the scars

Still, you don’t complain.

Shrug it off like it was nothing…

But it was me…suddenly free

You promised you would teach me to fly

But I fear

My shadows have swallowed you whole.

Who told you you were not beautiful?

Who told you you had to hide?

I am here because you saved me

And the debt must be repaid.

Fly with me

Or die with me.

I’m addicted to your light.

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