i soar high like a kite and i beg the night

to tell me how to rekindle my own light.

the concept of thinking i’m more than alright

renders me affright — which is to say self-love

is an unfamiliar site i register as an unsafe plight.

how do i realign my line of sight

when my eyes fixate on fight or flight?

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