Some days weigh us down.
Some days, you feel an ache in that spot in your back where there could be wings, and instead there’s the weight of the world, the weight of your world, the weight of waiting… Some days it’s just too much. After too many times of trying and failing, loving and falling, being broken by life until we’re in a million pieces, it seems too hard. We don’t think we have what it takes. We start to fear we’ll never fly.
But the wings we need can’t be bought in stores. No one else can give them to us (and no one can take them from us).
We make our own wings around here.
We’ve stepped to the edge and looked down.
We’ve taken all our bits of dreams, duct tape and chicken wire;
Scribbles in margins, late night scheming and the fear in the pit of our stomachs;
Sweat, tears and feathers lovely blackbirds left behind
And put them all together
To make our own wings.
We’ve stopped waiting for permission
And instead, we wrote our own ticket.
(Because that’s what we do in these parts.)
Stay on our toes, tip-toed at the edge
With half-broken, rigged together wings
We’ve made ourselves.
hot on elephant
A letter to the Anger that refuses to Leave Me. 1,369 share Learn to Rock your Social Media & Write Mindfully with Waylon Lewis & Elephant’s Editors. 5 shares 2017’s First Full Moon in Cancer: Everything we Want is on the Other Side of Fear. 22,547 shares Why I Snort Raw Cacao. 9,294 shares The Best Marriage Advice from a Divorced Woman. 1,952 share If you Love her, Don’t Destroy Her. 6,721 shares The True Meaning of Friday the 13th (isn’t what we think). 5,229 shares How to Disentangle ourselves from Karmic Relationships that Drive us Crazy. 146 shares You’ve Ruined Me for Anyone Else. 1,730 share 2017 is The Year of Kali, Goddess of Endings & Beginnings. 2,281 shares