No man's land

A song of tailwinds

Sometimes
the distance
seems
so unbearably 
thin
I believe
I am already there.

That's
when I fall 
from the tree
that taught me
to stay silent
when I'm too small
to see
my own shadow.

That's 
when I wake up
from the dream
that told me
to follow the labyrinth
when 
here
seems to hide
its true name.

That's
when the fortune
is cast
and all the spells
in the world
can’t save me
from the lot
I was given.

Given by whom?
these wings ask,
a knife piercing
the scabs 
as the wind 
beneath me
howls.