Freedom Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I am
no longer in need of madness,
of you.
I know now, I will never fly
by flapping these skinny arms.
My feet, uprooted from that city
dangle above the ground
for the first time.

I know, I will never understand you,
What you meant when you said,
you were afraid of me.
Somehow, it made me ashamed of myself.
Too much flame for you maybe.
If my insanity would harm you,
then I would have to get rid of it,
I thought.

So I drank the rain, to prove you,
I'm not insane,
to drown the devils that frightened you.


but corrupted, you left
And for years, I excavated my soul
For something that could explain
Why your love, came and went
Like the thunder of a storm.

I am speaking of you November, and yes
Maybe the road swallowed you, or tried to,
maybe you tiptoed, and the dust forgot you,
the shape of your weight, eroded by wind and rain,
or maybe,
it was your weightlesness, that made your memory so frail,
so evanescent.

And I know these words
are never going to make you come back,
Or even regret disappearing,
but I don't seek that much of you,
I don't want revenge,
not even peace,
only
less punishment,

For I have given you everything,
And here I am, becoming nothing.