Belonging

I look up at the clear blue sky of a summer afternoon,

and think “I belong up there.”

I belong with the birds and the clouds,

in a place where the only goal is to survive.

Sometimes, when I look at the sky,

I imagine the dull, throbbing pain of want,

giving way to glossy black wings erupting from my back,

then I could fly away, beyond the stars.

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