You do not acknowledge
The serpent around your neck
Nor
Pay heed to that crushing feeling in your chest
Instead you imagine
You are a bird
Your eyes are clear and you spie
The very fabric of the sky
Wielding like unteathered kite
If you could write
A story about the world below
You’d tell a tale of an unknowing girl
Who by her fate
Fell into a well
Too deep for recovery
And at night
Espying the free bird
Sent her heart
While her body, a poor glove
Dried into shapes of shadow
The girl flew
High above her earthly prison
Weightless, painless, without burden
And when she cried, it was not
The cry of pain or loss
But a new sound, like being born
Once more

40 Replies to “Once more”

    1. I shall try my friend. At the sixth month mark. I inadvertently set myself up by assuming I’d see some improvement by now but the virus waxes and wanes and so right now I’m very bad BUT everything I read says it DOES go away and you can fully recover so I try to have hope. Some days I fail but friends like you help a lot.

  1. This reminds me of the final stanza of “To Althea, from Prison” by Richard Lovelace:
    Stone Walls do not a Prison make,
    Nor Iron bars a Cage;
    Minds innocent and quiet take
    That for an Hermitage.
    If I have freedom in my Love,
    And in my soul am free,
    Angels alone that soar above,
    Enjoy such Liberty.

    1. I love your quotes my friend this is perfect. Beautiful and so true I must read this when I feel imprisoned by this illness it will help thank you so much for your support it makes a big difference

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