I’m disappearing and getting out
Going to do all the things I’ve spoken about.
I do not want to be reached nor wish to be found.
Did they listen and understand me while I was around?
Deep down you knew this day would arrive,
Where I spread my wings and seek my tribe.
A place where I can climb as tall as the trees,
And finally free to be the me that I see.
Absentia
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Beautiful and freeing! I really relate to the first few lines, but in a different context with mental health and wanting to break away from people.
Exactly what I felt writing it, thanks Lucy 🙂