Fireworks and Grenades

We were fireworks and grenades
In glorious explosions of terrifying danger
We climbed cliffs only to throw ourselves off
Just to feel the rush of the wind before the crash
We were toxic
We were murderous
But oh, the moments of elation

During the highs, I actually thought I could fly

Fly

She said even birds like me 
have room to spread their wings
in the sky.

Birds like me
that find comfort in the rain.

What an ugly bird I must be.

Darling, she said,
you are as beautiful as death; 

They notice you but
don’t acknowledge you are there.

But you will let them know.
You will let your voice be heard.

And they will have no choice
but to accept you.

Spread your wings—

Fly through the rain;
the sun will greet you.

Now,
fly.