Finding My Wings

Finding My Wings

The night reaches it's darkened fingers

Out to touch my face

And in a flash of lightning I see

The great expanse of nothingness there

Beckoning me to join it

But I will not.

I am a rose petal caught in a breeze

Softly swirling down to a sun baked earth

That gives no nurture, no sustenance

And still I cling to life without my roots

But I cling in hope.

I am a poet without a poem

A singer without a song

A lover without a love

And what is that in the scheme of things?

A beautiful bird that's lost it's wings?

I will fly on in my heart without them

For I will never forget how the current feels

How the clouds taste, how the sky curves

How high I flew when love lifted me.

The night will not take me down

I will fight it with the memory of day

Full moon madness will I ignore

Face thunderstorms with my fists raised high.

I was born for gossamer and grace

Fragrance of flowers and laughing in the sun

A man's arms around me, twirling me in the dance

Not this emptiness that follows me like a shadow.

I will have none of it!

I will regain what has been stolen

I will walk in beauty with my soul intact

With unfelt smiles decorating my face

I will reach my hand out to tomorrow

Where love lies hiding

And I shall fly again.

©by Voo

August 18, 07