Finding My Way

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I lay in your wings,

your voice was my music.

I inhaled your words,

as my breath.

I gave you my heart,

as my soul lay naked in your palm.

My sunflower died the other day,

just like something died inside

of me, when I came undone,

when I lost my voice,

when my dream began to crumble.

I was no longer nestled in your wings,

I was falling,

I was holding,

I was waiting,

for you to listen to my cries.