Bri Poem by Kelsey Wallace

cross that open door
become someone i can adore
try to be, not to please
thats how i learned
to be whats inside of me
don't laugh
thats an order
don't mean to be rude
i'm an open folder
file me in, piece by piece
i can't hold on to myself so hard
wind against my face
fgorces my to strain
give me peace, i'm begging
let me fly free
wat's inside of you
can only be as pure as fool
that can change, allow me to arrange
i'll let you fly
just try with all your might
it's not yet good bye
i'll hold on
only for a while