A Life Lived with Wings
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
You see the opening from which
wings unfurl swirling rainbows
from which champagne colored eyes
see a multitude of possibilities—
from that opening, from that wound
that started like an insatiable itch,
a mysterious longing for light–
from that space and focus of pain
bloomed the song of summer,
birthed a patient hider,
a thrower of voices, a winged symbol
of resilience—staying underground
for as long as needed—
seventeen years or forty-seven,
nursing roots of trees, absorbing
moon-drenched waters,
clothing yourself in earth,
until your back thrums, until
what little, stumbling strength
you have turns into grappling hooks,
and you find yourself emerging
from your own life—climbing
towards what you never knew
you wanted, until you can say,
like me, I am a walking opening,
I am a living wound, I am
the giving birth to myself, I am
the one with rainbows in my eyes,
I am the one who sings
Deep into the sky, the story
of a life lived with wings.
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Thank you. Love, Jennifer