F-ighting resistance, raging existence
“Oh no,” she lamented, “I will never fly!”
Mum’s gentle reply, ever so nigh,
“Read and Think — you will ascend high.
When we wonder and we learn, we fly.”
Stand on the gravestones cast in bronze — and overthrow all icons to the false Gods — who…
What good are feathers torn loose from my fiber,increasing stride the hard wayif I never get to walk beside youbefore I’m ready to…
Today my spirit soars,