Farewell to a Concept
I once wrote with this pen
About the power
To believe in one's own
Immaculate dignity
To belong to one another
Like the birds do of the sky.
I felt it my inspiration
To seek it out at all times.
Now I hunger to accept
It's sometimes piercing truths
That I can't be its shelter
Or its vessel for eternal use.
I do not wish to change
The lessons it has taught me
Till now,
But I need not be deaf
To what it is trying to tell me
Or what I need to understand
That to grow in the depths of
Society's reality
I must coincide that,
Birds most often fly,
Alone.
Age 19
Copyright Wendy Torres 1999