Assurance

High on the hills my lungs are full
air clear as spring water
not a single sound
but the hum of inner thoughts

It is time for the journey
to completely cast off
the weight of my acquaintances
to unearth the strayed self

To be a running girl on an island
the wind beneath her hair
an assurance of change
and wings strong enough for flight

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Circles

Fish in aquariums make me dizzy
they swim in circles as though
there is somewhere to go

I pity their hopeless journey
someone should tell them
it’s all a trick

But most of all
they’re reminiscent of me

How many circles have I spun
how many times have I thought
I was going somewhere