Potential

My words meet an untimely death as soon as they leave my lips.
Hang in the air for just a moment,
before falling on the floor between us, wilted.
You must have all the power of bereavement on your breath.
You illuminate my ignorance at every given turn.
I do nothing, remain silent and allow the grievances to burn.

I will leave soon, there is nothing you can do.
I must become all I can be
and come to know the moon.
I must break away from tyranny to find my own faults.
Here it is my decision, who I want to be.

And when I return after many years...
My voice will ring beautiful clear,
and you who doubted me will stand in awe.
As I grace your ear with the sound of my freedom.
Worth is measured in potential, not years.
That was your fallacy, it will not be mine.
I will not lend you a ride, now that I have my wings.
But I will let you see, maybe even touch...
before I fly off into the sunrise
and leave you here as such.