“See the forest for the trees”
but I am the last man standing
on your island.
You told me to trust
time and again,
until the tides turns, you changed
your mind and cast me out to sea.
I tried to remain in your sight
but you didn’t want my oxygen.
You yelled “timber”
before I was ready to fall.
You knocked me down
when you once built me up.
And now I’m just dust – debris –
trying not to collect in others’ lungs.
But all I want is to be in your atmosphere.
All I want is a safe place to land.
