Somewhere Else | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria
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.
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