these winds are no match for you.
you dance freely, grounded by your beauty and your brains your strength
people long to build a fortress like yours to have your confidence to embody every bit of you
you can be found in every little stitch in a perfect knit doll, because making you was definitely someone’s life’s work.
you are everything to be admired, but i am less so. i float until someone will position me on their shoulder, their pretty new straw hat, maybe,
a little garnish to add something new but never for long.
i am fleeting, like the dew on a marigold as the sun rises.
with every gust of wind my feather heart floats further away from me.