On Wings

by mkvecchitto

on wings

I found myself in the ruins again

a barren landscape, that wasteland of the past

somehow both haunting and familiar

 

The angel on my shoulder endeavored to find reprieve

as I struggled to breathe, struggled to find the horizon

She stirred stagnant air, beating torn wings with

the honed perfection unending practice brings

My constant companion, albeit sometimes under protest,

she whispered advice knowing I had mastered

the art of ignoring the obvious

 

My hands traced skeletons of missed opportunities

sending up clouds of dust that stung my eyes

No matter…I knew the path by heart

I walked miles in darkness

 

And when I awoke, drenched in sweat and shivering,

a kaleidoscope of butterflies danced at my open window

bathed in the perfect glow of sunrise — pink, red, and orange

 

photo: Pixabay

 

prompts: WordPress Daily Prompt, #POV prompt, #DrugVerse, #Darklines, First Line Friday, A Year of Poetry

 

 

 

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