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How do I tell you a story
of my broken wings’ glory,
of feathers that still learnt to hold me?
On this solid ground,
survival land
of swords and shields.

How do I reach your treasure,
through heart, without taking your measure,
without assuming your answers?
Free from roles and labelling,
empowering and enabling
your soul to come through.

How do I tell you a story,
embarrassing deeds’ inventory
that I’ve never been proud of?
Share my secrets and sins,
all my daemons’ wins
so you know me imperfect as I am.

I want to know how it feels
without those layers and peels
to be you at the rawest form.
Will you let me in
to the bones of your Being,
where your spirit is waiting to glow?

I have a space in my heart
for you too, to take its part.
I just need you to witness in silence
my pain of toxic shame,
flowing through my veins,
thinking “feelings are for the weakest”.

And when I trip over your painful comments
in those awkward moments,
I’ll still give you a hand when you need me.
Without rescuing and saving,
and your strength depriving
so you can walk alone if you need to.

But we can walk next to each other,
learn to accept one another,
and to respect different pathways to freedom.
So the wings can spread and fly to the highest sky,
And in the full moon, in my comfort zone,
I don’t need to howl alone, not any more!

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