Oh,
there are more.
There are more of us.
We fly like believers,

high on the wings of
deception. We dance in the moonlight,
where darkness and innocence
collide in their simplest.

Free, step back, take a leap.
Free, step back,
here we are new,
young and reborn.

Here we share our demons
and watch them retract
in a familiar fear.
Here we are strong.

Here we are alive.