Tangle
How often do you think you are beautiful
How often do you tangle your hair in a life long ivy,
Twining with each other in mangled thoughts
How often do you turn your pencil in your index thumb and stare out at a cloud
From the corner o your eye
How often do you roll your thoughts and smoke out the air curling away
How often do you drift away in a blue haze
How often do you cry in a muffled way
In a cold motionless way,
How often do you erase all that comes across ,
Nothing remains ,but dots in horizons and a wind filled rush to fly
Through the swinging doors
Through the strings of birds streaking across the velvet red sky
How often do you then wish you could stand on that edge
And simply let go and
Fly.
