i’m happy and i’m sad
i’m in gratitude and in gloom

my best friends — words, poetry, creativity,
have flown this withering town of my reality
and made their homes far away in the land of my dreams

there’s no telepathy that could connect me to them

they command that i leave everything here
and flee just as they have

but i can’t
i’m too small
too sacred
too alone

to take such a long flight away from home
even if this home is too far from heaven
and dangerously close to hell