Roots and wings
Love is not in dying for someone,
It lives in becoming their breath,
Not a sacrifice that ends in silence,
But a presence that outlives death.
Do not lose yourself in comparisons,
That endless, hollow race—
For the moment you begin to measure,
You erase warmth, you erase grace.
Promise not what you cannot carry,
Let your words stay true and light,
Do not stretch beyond your essence,
Just to seem a greater sight.
Dream of touching distant skies,
Let your spirit rise above—
But never let your wings be built
On someone else’s fall or shove.
Stay rooted in where you come from,
Let your origins remain—
Yet spread your branches wide and free,
Through sunlight, growth, and rain.
By ~𝓳𝓲𝓪