Somewhere Else | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

I used to be able to fly
Anytime, day or night.
Many places I would go
Floating, falling, loving.

I spent my youth in other worlds;
My parents never knew.
Each time I bled I spread my wings,
But only in my mind.

Now that I’m grown the habit’s formed,
Tempting me to flee.
When life begins to happen
I begin another dream.

I still can fly, but not as well;
I usually walk these days.
I am falling out of real life
Even though I’ve tried to stay.

I beg someone to take my hand,
And pull me from this haze.
So many dreams, so real to me,
Are now my memories.