Tuesday, March 15, 2016

A poem

I once danced on the wings of an angel. 

Wrapped in a four-leaf clover, she lay me down on a field of petals.


Though I lay still,

I felt my heart soar 
Through the clouds above.

I envisioned a red bird with wings outstretched 

Gliding through the blue sky.

On that day it was hard to recall the snake that had drug me down just a short time ago.


It was hard to imagine the tightened ribcage, the deadened eyes,

The weight of the world on my chest.

Today I danced on the wings of an angel.