Hands up high/ manos arriba
March 30, 2005
He
placed his hands up high
and, like a little girl, she couldn’t reach
he said they were there to protect her
she believed
and then one day
the sun no longer shined through them
He
didn’t mean to cut her off
didn’t mean to holler back
and yet she couldn’t speak
and when she did she had to scream
to be heard
only then it was too late
He
couldn’t place his shoes onto her world
didn’t want to open that side of his heart… anymore
and all the while
he lost hold of her
He
heard the screams
but never realized
that she screamed not because she was angry
not because she was tired or upset
but because
she was now so far away
he was a distant
unrecognizable figure
different
from the one she had fallen in love with
She
only screamed to bring him back
He
used his hands as a cage
wanted to keep her there
He
wished that he could cut off her wings
and then she couldn’t leave
and there would be no doubt that she was only his
but without her wings, she would no longer be her
and it was the butterfly who he fell in love with
Entry Filed under: "When Wings Speak"/ "Cuando las alas hablan", Creative Writing/ Palabra Libre. Tags: butterfly, expectations, love, spirit, torn, wings.
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