she flies again

she flies again
she has wings again
and you hate her for it
her flight is still wobbly
awkward with newness
but she flies again
she knows, like icarus
to stay near the ground
and away from jet planes

you wonder will the elastic
chains of gold snap
will she still come back to you
will she grow strong enough
to pull you off your pedestal
you’ve spent 5 decades
building a pile of superiority and feces
she has spent 3
making compost and learning
what love is
and what love is not

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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