Frail Feathers On The FLoor

When I’m overwhelmed and suffocating
Your words …

Claiming inanity, this is what I always do.
For there’s not enough space within me
To let your words unfold and fully resonate,

To hear the core of their meaning :
Your being — the fact that you are.

And my insecurities grasping at your fragile wings
To prevent from falling down the questioning abyss.
Such a frail frame of feathers passing at hand.

Will you forgive me ?

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