Expecting to fly

Spring’s finally blossoming and
I’ve been here before.
The deceiving petals enticing my every sense,
making me irrationally hopeful.

I was headed towards
an abyss I’d never come out from,
but instead I got hit by a bullet coming as a mercy
and landed somewhere –
farther than I’d ever anticipated.
Crawling while coughing bad blood and ashes
I’d built myself the perfect cage
and made sure to throw away the key
out of reach.
 
But I let my bruised wings heal
And you’re
      Gazing at me.
And I’m
      Expecting to fly.
And for the first time
      I want you to fly with me.
 
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