Relate, Reflect and Ruminate: Wings
Because sometimes, emotions don’t fit into bullet points and I have a flare for the dramatic.
For those feeling confined by self-imposed limitations
The chains of my mind, my own inferno
Wings bound, grounded in a dusty church
Yearning for the peace of the sky
To leave, the deepest isolation of humankind
What if? If only? I can’t!
Splinters under the fingernails from scratching at the door
Held by expectation that one must stay
Bound by expectations
Chains made of memories and hopes
For futures that cannot exist in the imagination of the narrow
Conflicting with the yearning for freedom
Held by the virtuous love, a gift given in faith
The weight taken, as requested, to lighten the load
For those who would run this church
To make more slaves of the gorgeous nature of the world
Its own creation of hell on earth
To drop these chains you must decide to be alone, at one with the world
A message nailed to the church door without fire set to its frame
Taking off with childish joy, a song everlasting
Flocks I find in the world of the blue umbrella sky
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