Just a few more years,
to spread my wings.
I convince myself,
as I burrow my head in my knees.
Just a few more tears,
to reach contentment.
Relentlessly, pushing through barrenness
As I reach out to hold your hand.
Just a few more pulls at heartstrings
to know that I am alive
Seeking detachment, yet
desiring to be present, at my will,
where, I will.
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