Rummaging through my closet
I'm searching for my seven-league boots
Mirroring my struggle to get to you
I'm a bird on the window sill
From the outside looking in
And it's the closest I can be
I'm the winged seed that fell too far from home
I fear that my roots will grasp too firmly to the ground
That I can't go back to the roots of my childhood
I've turned everything associated with you
Into amulets and charms of sorts
So I can be safely guided home.
Published: October 11th, 2010
