This Is What Flight Looks Like

The closet monsters came back.
But they looked all different from before.
I'll scream and yell for a light but the door
is still locked and I'm locked in with them.
What if the pen that wrote my words
comes back to stab you where I stood?
And doubt fills up that things would worsen.
But who knows in these times.
We try so hard to reach the stars.
I've jumped and climbed; they're still not ours.
I used to say fear was my friend.
But no more so, I'm left to fend.
Where did you go?
I haven't heard a single word
in your direction for hours and hours.
To me that's years and you don't know.
The things I hear can't ever go.
Don't tell the wise, they aren't wise at all.
They'll throw me back there and I'll fall.
Breathing labored, I'll go on.
Just like I am. I have a song.
Somewhere inside me chilling my bones.
I'm always tired.
I'm always cold.
The sun's to bright to even look at.
The night's the only light
I can take to.
Think about life and love and all I have.
I have it all but will it last?
And sometimes wonder fills up my eyes.
That's my excuse for when I cry.
You'll read these words but not really here.
No more am I
a friend of fear.