You are opening that door again
I hold your hands back. they are cold -
You swing your head. You are not happy,
You want to go in -
and let your wings flutter into that violent, terrifying wind,
What do I do with you? I know beyond that door
The sky screams. And the earth vomits rage -
Your tiny, beautiful wings are clapsed firm now, and
Your face, your heavenly face, is smeared
with blood. You are sad now. I am sorry,
but i have to stop you, over and over again
And you will throw tantrums. You will cry. But I will hold you
in my arms. Your anger is sharp and vile, like an old blade.
It eats away my flesh in hungry bites. I tremble. Our blood
mixes and mingle together. Why do they hurt us? You scream,
Why do they hurt us like that? I hold you tight.
"Its not them" I whisper, "It is us. Its always been us -
your small body smells of oil and dust. You quiet down. Then
you run around, laughing, yelling. I know -
It is time. To close that door forever.
We were never meant to live forever
Anyway.