Tuesday, April 13, 2010

flying with nervous wings isn't really flying at all

These adult decisions
These violent, prickly, frazzled butterfly wings
Atop my back..
For the first time.
To spend 4 times what seems like an eternity
At one place?
And call it the best one
"For what I'm doing"
Doesn't even make it sound okay
This other work
That comes between the in between
And makes me feel behind because I am still one foot in..
One foot
We'll see.
For now
I'm blessed to have the use of
My limbs
My breath
My soul.
These adult decisions
Will tire themselves out
Until the little voice within that never grew up
Who laughed at such little faith
Finally speaks

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