You

 
Oh, to be seen…

greatest fear,

most secret wish. 

Oh, to be loved…

Always running from,

Always longing to be caught. 

Oh, to fly…

Cage door flung open, 

Still gripping the perch. 

Oh, to love…

Safely at a distance,

Terrifying when held. 

And then…
You.

Chelsey Whitlow

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