She hath wings

You are more than the tiny box they put you in-

More than the insults that crippled your soul-

You chose to stay- you chose to repair,

But those pieces weaken when repeatedly glued.

Your life now a mosaic of “has been” and “might have been”-

Dearly treasured and

Deeply painful-

Mixed media-  an unfinished piece;

There’s a brighter morrow coming soon;

It urges you onward and hurries you back;

You will not listen to their lies-

You need new wings-

As long as you soar,

Your wings can’t be clipped…

Fly away now- flee to the mountains;

Hide and build strength in the strongholds there;

Help others who,  like you, have chosen to rise…

Return to the nest to feed your young.

© M. Patterson 2025