My life

Has always been anything

But like a bird

With metal weights and a burden so heavy

You'd think the sky was my folly

Of which I carry on my back

Behind a mask

Not the landscape a painter would paint to appease the senses

Free the mind

To remind us that yes, blue comes in more shades than sadness.

Madness, I know

To wish for wings that'll lift me from the ground

I watched as they

Stuffed it all in a mad hatter's hat

Though I did make sure to catch it

The collection

Of misplaced

Well-wishes

And ill-intended blessings

Not going to waste

Just yet.

In goes the river of my life:

A broken compass

Half-eaten lies

Shards of a mirror and

Holy water

Mix it, once, twice

Counterclockwise to reverse time

Wait til it turns silver

Like moonlight, a true reflection of my inner self

Though I do yearn for novelty, something other

Than the dull cacophony of slamming doors

And deaf words

To season, to garnish, to add to the design:

The heat of the sun

A flip of a coin

And the glimpse of a land faraway.

And soon, it is done

My desire, hidden in an unassuming form

Into an iron mold, I pour

The pieces of myself, and out of that, I forge

Metal feathers

Light

As the absence of guilt

Heavy

As the

Resolve I built

For this moment

When the ground, for the last time, kisses my feet goodbye

I can smile and know

That now, the sky is my own.

A writing assignment based on the three witches' spell from Macbeth.