the forest
gentled me,
into deep breathing
a curious witness
read a story to me
not told it to me
held wonder in its branches
without clipping my wings
Tag: wings
Spent flowers
rest my body.
head wilts back into soft grass,
my hand stills.
I breathe.
The earth carries me
as my wings lift.
my legs became owl
and wings like scissors
scored the night
with tiny tears
eyes that mirror
I woke clear in my head
and ground beneath me.
Healing,
a quiet recognition,
what carved me different.
My wings expanded.
I learned how to land.
His attention bat me
into the clouds.
No mind on heights.
My wings locked.
I fell from the sky
into the sea,
breaking through glass.
Memories,
webbed netting,
dragging me down.
Flightless lungs.
Scooping out water
with feathers.