EMPTY WINGS

EMPTY WINGS

I recognize a hundred faces

But do you think I can recall

Where it was that I actually saw you?

A colleague from way back

An old school friend perhaps
were you a summer fling

Maybe we randomly met under strobing disco lights

Me, dancing in the midst of anonymity

Feeling free

To do my thang

Or maybe, just maybe
was it you I saw in my dreams? 

I often felt invisible in the midst of a crowd

It’s where I would hide

It was the only way I could survive

Empty shell

Empty Calories

Empty sex

Never one to follow any fashion, I was more adept to wearing

My heart on my sleeve

But all that ever got me was fakes and deceivers

Nothing to sustain me

I got so used to being alone with nothing but my own thoughts

to entertain me…

Of course there was the red wine and vinyl

In the midst of a cannabis haze

Oh, those were the days.

But the deeper I go into myself
the more I reveal

The more you can see.

Why then, do I feel so much more alone than ever before?

The sensation of ten thousand butterfly wings

brushes against my skin

The deeper I go

The more clearly I see

Ive never been truly seen
or fully free 

(c) Teresa / Divinia 30th Jan 2015