i hear the lyrics in the song 

of belonging that isn’t sung

by brutal lips or dissembling tongue.

they go, “sister, sister, don’t cry.

the world wasn’t meant

to be perfect.

it’s an ever-changing chrysalis–

a limitless butterfly.

lift your leaden wings

and fly…

weathered, untethered,

severed, unfettered

from the anchoring

sorrow still trying 

to tug you to the ground.

together– apart–

surrender– resistance–

there’s really no distance

between the sun 

and the light in your heart.”