Wings Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I found my wings on the way down
before plunging into the sea.
On outskirts of this coastal town,
I unearthed wings inside of me.

I slipped into the darkest deep,
accepting fate and what would be -
another chance, eternal sleep.
I unearthed wings inside of me.

I arose with waves in my hair,
the voice of rivers flowing free.
Ancestral whispers filled the air.
I unearthed wings inside of me.

I ascended into the sky
stretching toward infinity.
For all the clouds within my eye,
I unearthed wings inside of me.

An ash moon in a ghostly dress
perched upon the limbs of a tree
watching and waiting, bodiless.
I unearthed wings inside of me.

I packed my bags and went my way,
burned the bridges of memory,
and left my world a world away.
I unearthed wings inside of me.

I lost remorse, regret, and pain,
the tangled vines that none could see,
and planted seeds to bloom again.
I unearthed wings inside of me.

The years have ended; time has flown.
The sun turned shadow into glee.
When I am dead, let it be known,
I unearthed wings inside of me.