Cowardice

Im done

atleast i thought i was

ive been away for so long

stability

comfort

safety

cloud my sight

as I return to what was

I can not see what will become

what awaits me in the fog

as the air turns to frost

a feeling of familiarity froze me

you

I want to get away

leave it all behind

but I’ll be leaving my memories as well

is it worth all of that

my wings

weigh more than my shackles

I so desperately want to fly

to not bear all this weight

so a promise I made

undo the shackle slowly

turns out

you are the one thats not letting go

tightening the hold

my wings arent cut

but i was never taught to fly

so my legs run

even as they ache

as my joints pop

my hands drag my body

all to get away from you

away from your cold glance

learning to fly would be much easier

than to look you in the eye

my sight is still clouded

but my hands will still claw at the ground

because anywhere is better

than going back to you.