Sunday, September 6, 2015

Leave Me My Wings




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

What kind of person pulls wings off a butterfly? I don't want to be this fragile, broken thing. Nowhere to go. No way to get there. Leave me my wings. I came here to fly.

Beauty alighted before you. Fear and a hand rose to tear away, to abuse. I don't want to be this fragile, broken thing. Nowhere to go. No way to get there. Leave me my wings. I came here to fly.

This is your pain on the breeze and my prayers for your wounded heart. I don't want to be this fragile, broken thing. Nowhere to go. No way to get there. Leave me my wings. I came here to fly.

Flowers should never weep for loneliness, and you should have have seen as anything less than wonderful, a precious soul. What happened? I don't want to be this fragile, broken thing. Nowhere to go. No way to get there. Leave me my wings. I came here to fly. Even if my time is short, I am going to fly. These wings are mine.


(c) 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
Lyrics to be included in "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"

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