Woman, you know,
they both work perfectly well;
the plan: A
and the wild plain.
Him, them and the home
have all been tried and tested-
there are centuries of records
of a kind of happiness;
the kind that breathes even, asleep next to you
at night, at home,
between hard walls and careful doors.
There’s also where the others went;
the wild plains where the wind runs right past your skin
suggesting unthinkable things –
like ‘it’s okay, to be this way’.
The wild plain where there’s only the sky,
the wind, the grass and every person that ever was,
its where you begin to ache that not a single one of them was special-
not even the good ones, after all.
But woman, did you know that you can have them both?
– the plan and the plain.
But, there’s a catch –
here’s what it takes;
no one will ever really see you again.
Between the worlds
you can drift in and out
their secret was made with no words to tell.
It’s both burning fireworks of freedom
and oceans of lonely pain.