What would you
make me?
If I fit your designs,
what shape would I be?
Would you give me wings
and place me in your sky?
Or would you make me shine
and give to me the night?
How can I fit in
to your vision?
Is there any place for me
in your illusion?
Comfort me
with words,
as I covet your purpose.
Puzzle me
with sleight of hand
and misdirection.
Do what you want to,
as I rely on you
to build me up,
or break me down.
Lie to me
and I just might
discover
that I have
designs
all my own.
A sky,
that has no room for you.
An ocean,
that only I may roam.
What would you
make me?
Part of your world,
or orphaned life?
Struggling with
wounds that never heal,
to see the new day
arise.
Will be yours,
ours,
or mine?
DJR – 2023
