I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down
til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again
together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts
so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures
Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs
we’ll know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind
just waiting, to lift us skyward
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 