Percieved decades have seemed to pass since I
last saw their face. Hindsight of regrets and past
mistakes, should've have cared but I didn't. Heart
longing to see them again, lost connection is so far away.

Unwanted sheltering, they clipped my wings before I
learned to fly, I mourn the weeping sky. All the beatings,
all the seething, pent up frustration drove me away. Mis-
understanding now dawns upon me to this very day.

To the forests I retreat searching for solace and tranquility.
Subversion of wickedness denying all responsibility. I want
to explain... to tell them how I felt but now that is far too late.
Loss for words, a multitude of emotions crushes down on me.
Realization of a profound truth they actually never left me.

Comforted by this new-found introspection. Invisible to me
I know they still guide and advise. Knowing this, I no longer
have to mourn the weeping skies.