December 19
migration faltered
i fly along the path inside my mind
and leave behind the home that i once knew
a warmer place should not be hard to find
and yet it always seems to dodge my view
the world is cold to anyone like me
the trees are bare the lakes are sheets of ice
hostility is all that i can see
there’s nothing here to welcome or entice
and so my wings grow slack from overuse
i then descend without much of a say
a meteor who gravity seduced
an angel who was lost along the way
if i am damned for failing to arrive
perhaps there’s hope in how long i survived









