disown (migration)

The words flit through my head
I will not let them land
Letters grasping at the page
For fear that they will nest here
Tearing living things from the ground
Those things which wriggle hidden in my soul
They will scratch
They will pull them into the open
They will devour those small pieces of me
I fear them now
Those winged words whose flights
Delighted my eyes and mind
In their games of diving and soaring
Now I hide beneath umbrellas of immense size
That they may not see me
But more that I may not acknowledge their freedom
I will claim they do not exist
They do not belong to me
They do not belong with me
They are not mine