Bonded
Flood me in your ocean.
I’m ready, to sink or swim,
to be pulled along the sandy bottom,
just please don’t let go
until I’m ready.
I’m so unsure, unsteady,
on these newfound legs
like a colt, learning to stand.
I’ll get there, I just need
you, to lean on, for a moment,
only a moment.
It hurts to spread these wings.
I know I need, I feel, I yearn,
to fly. But it’s terrifying.
You pull me back to earth
by a tether, not a leash,
more like an unspeakable bond
that holds us together.
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