Rustled by the strong winds of change
I feel the stirring.
whirling,
Lepidoptera release into my gut
up into the throat I cough
the dust,
the scales,
of their petal wings
into an antique hanky
embroidered with fear
with lust
with freedom...
silk threads
the colour of my blood
my sweat
and my tears.
Netted
they stop.
the dance stops.
I move forward...
3 comments:
Truly inspirational - Thursdays require extra doses of inspiration - thank you! ox
Gorgeous photo and words xoxo
beautiful!!! xoxo
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