literature

Birthing Pains

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I stretch out limbs and muscles
Long in disuse
They creak crack and groan
And it HURTS!!</u>
I’d rather curl the things back up
Re-cradle them against warm flesh
But I have no choice
I must fly
Wind ruffles feathers unused to breezes
Dallies with newly exposed skin
Goose bumps raise up on arms, legs
Chills my heart.
Slowly I flex
Great wings move ponderously, painfully
Please just let me return, please!?</u>’
NO.
So I flap, beat them, make them flutter
The muscles screaming in my arms
In my legs
In my wings
Atrophied tendons shriek
Withered sinew pulled to it limits
But I have no choice
I must fly
Slowly, the powerful wings become sure
Blood rushes warming muscle and bones
The awesome rustling wings buffet the earth
Strong enough now to carry me high
The pain of the beginning forgotten
I had been given no choice
I will Fly
The wings of my soul carry me
Away from the old life of me
Where I had been dependant on another for inertia
Now I soar, among clouds where I belong
The weakness of birth forgotten
In the joy of being strong
A different outlook on things can make a rough time in life seem to become a bit smoother. And accepting that sometimes the things we don't want, and would not do on our own are in the end for the best. That is what this is about.
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restricted213's avatar
woa, you know what?? this poem is exactly like a recurring dream i've had for the last few months...i love this poem, i love the pic^_^ you're very talented:)