take it all back – the angel wings
and garden dreams, the light
i was meant to give. take the sunset souls
and voices echoed, flights through mountains
and paintings. take all of the answers i know
but don’t want, and people climbing into my mind.
and take back reading and feeling who they are,
healing and knowing too much. move all those
who come to me at night, asking for comfort
and answers, take speaking with my eyes
and hearing all the time, and carrying light
on a butterfly’s wing. it’s too heavy to carry now.
no one is looking for light anymore.