almost flightful

skyeriverwinter

your long soft aching cries
deep in a long dark corridor
minuscule door creeks quietly open
floods light, sound, tears
earth carved with tired worn feet
blood stained and tethered
hair sheered in mourning
to free ...to free
my wings twisted... sore... broken
knotted tightly about my body
leap to take flight
finding knees once more
bloodied and bruised
yet...i am...
almost flightful

rollings

keep trying little bird