Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Falling, But With Wings

author's note:

I thought this would be a good follow-up to the last post.


In the dream, I wonder
if I can truly be flying--

though I seem to sail along
I could be losing altitude
so slowly I don't notice--

all around me, I see nothing but cloud

while my survival instinct screams: this is death--!--

yet I know from watching
eagles and jets
that the invisible is indeed strong enough
to hold us aloft--

that realization spurred me
to leap from the cliff
to initiate this journey

but now, away from my port
reason is a poor weapon against doubt...

fortunately, the drive to survive can also assist:

because I want so much to live
--to live so much--
I continue to painfully stretch
my tiny wings out--

a crucifixion:
that's what it feels like--
it feels like...

the hard shell of my ribcage
is finally beginning to crack.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
Glorious Tedious Transformation

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