Sat on a Saturday (7/2018)

I sat alone on a beach on a Saturday.
Thought about a note I wrote a while ago.
A note about fighting parts of myself, wanting free.
I know I called it, ‘Song To Me’.

I’ve been flying for two years now,
But this flying isn’t free.
This flying makes me paranoid
And never spreads my wings.

Took off.
Left land right when I was getting going,
Without knowing where I was going.

Head feels back, like it knows me.
Heart stayed true, back to glowing.
Words coming out as one now.
I’m afraid of flying so
Help me keep my feet on the ground.

The hardest part about being on the ground now
Is handling what happened in the air.
No glow although I knew it was there somewhere.
It was scared, now it’s sunrise.
Back to being different than the other guys.

I shot myself in the foot so many times,
I don’t know how I’m still standing.
But, I’m on the ground now.
Even if I fall,
There’s no more coming down now.
I’m not afraid of the ground now.

I couldn’t hear in the sky.
So much noise in the sky.
My heart was there to help and couldn’t shine.
Anchored, it couldn’t guide me past my mind.
In the sky, I never realized what I’d found,
To this day, she’s still my favorite sound.

I’m staying out of the sky, I’m banged up.
Always crash landings when we hang up.
My light doesn’t shine when I’m flying.
I’m not afraid of the ground.

The sun set down on a beach on a Saturday,
While I thought about a note I wrote.
I wrote a poem, Song To Me,
About fighting and being and feeling free
And still, somehow, I came back to me.

We didn’t go our separate ways,
So, I left me on a beach.
I sat alone on a beach on a Saturday.