On Wings
You felt them growing underneath your skin right along your shoulder blades.
At first, your thought it was only tight shoulders, muscles that needed to be loosened. But at the pain grew and little bumps began to form on either side of your spine, you knew. And when the skin broke revealing bits of blood and bone and feathers you could no longer deny your wings.
They grew out of hope and lessons learned the hard way, out of holding on and letting go. They are nourished by the warm caress of the sun and a growing sense of self. Delicate, yes. Ephemeral spans of imagination and bone. But strong, unbreakable as they unfurl from your back and stretch wide, parts of them still coated with the blood and skin they took as they pushed their way out of your back.
They are an almost weightless pressure now against your shoulder blades, a whisper of feathers and tendons behind you that will only grow stronger, bigger each time you dare to be just a little more you.