Love
Love and longing for the sky because being so high up made me forget I was once lower than the self esteem of the runway that’s had miles Ran all over it
And lower than words spoken could ever truly stick like the glue of doubt I once bathed in because I felt naked and seen like the wing by all on board
Conditioning
Conditioned to being as predictable as the map the pilot follows because he too is just a puppet following directions the way I did when I felt like life never really gave me a choice
The fighting chance was taken before I even got gloves to get in the ring but I got in because im a fighter and all fighters have a choice to be loud, fail, or float by like a cloud
Clouds because like me they see more rain than sun on days we are out but drip both unbearable pain and beauty at the same time so much so that it’s calming like a storm after a long day
Time
Time because like a flight every destination seems to have a set time no matter if you’re ready or not the expectation is to stay within a certain frame
That frame allows a faux sense of fame where u can begin code switching
Switching between frames of who you are and how others see you because in the sky perspective is everything and can sometimes only be heard not seen
Still
Still like the frames and dimensions you’re guided through and Lead mostly because you trust strangers to do a job that you can’t see or control
You just go with what feels right, vibes they say
blind feels safe
Blind faith
Is what you have while being protected by nothing other than a belt across the waist That sometimes feels like hands of someone trying to either catch u or guide you into an abyss of misconstrued pleasure
Turbulence
Turbulent, rocky, and trivial ways of connecting with people the heart wants opposed to the mind being fulfilled because we are slaves to the sky over a sea that we can’t survive in if we went down but we still trust it
Trust
We trust them, the others
I can trust them, I can trust love
I can be loved, and I can love.

Walked by a sign today that said your body is your home
And although it is not built in a day, you have have to treat it well so it can last forever
My mind instantly went into overdrive
Not built in a day, Anxiety was high
Because while home sounded nice at that moment, I didn’t want to try and cherish it
I was comforted by the implication of home, being so close to something I casually mistreat because others have all this time
But conflicted with the path that I absently chose to hide what is mine
Why didn’t I care to reach my destination
Why when I think of my body am I so complacent in these revelations
I felt tired thinking about the road, the holes, and the transformation
Almost home rang bells in my ear like your body drips with both sweat and fear of change
The mental of being happy, was covered in tears
Something about that short walk seemed long as fuck
But the sign was so pretty I took the harder path for luck
Almost home it said
Just up the road
Even in the summer
The words were so cold
Before this road, before this right turn
Things went left
The ground started to crack
I had been smiling more
Pushing forward, bouncing back
But the words hit me like the sign posted before me
Steel and still
The worth that should have been instilled
The joy I feel when piercing my body, is unreal
Like pain and love, the body and mind are just paths intersected
It was then at that moment, that I was able to really dissect it
Almost home
Almost home
Almost home
I said to myself
Almost home
Almost home
Almost home
That it finally made sense
Home, is who and what I see looking back at me
A full length mirror, 37 years later my reflection is solid
Home was definitely not built in a day
And to take care of your body you need knowledge
And grace, because this home was once lost and misplaced