Someday I’ll no longer be tethered
like the little blonde girl with purse of red patent leather
when someone like you stole all
her young heart’s most-valued treasures
Untethered, if ever that relentless storm
again, crashes down unmeasured
And although I’ve grown only
a small set of feathers
I now know, they are built to repel
all manner of hell; doing it really, really well
Still stronger, they’ll grow
preparing for a case of the never-say-never
when they will lift me up
to fly freely through, any type of inclement weather
Heartspell 