Free to Fly

I am so tired, so very tired
To be the one who's always far away
With another goodbye and
not much more left to say
holding on to fading memories of
what was and can no longer be
I'm talking about of you and me
I am selling myself once again
My dignity and beliefs without shame
to silence this loud loneliness that
would make anyone go silently insane
I'm sorry if I'm going to disappear for a bit
To the place where I like to keep
my hurting hidden and buried very deep
Where if I close my eyes
I can paint away patterns and textures
to give way to an endless blue sky
Where I can be like a butterfly
born first to crawl then free to fly