Sunday, April 12, 2020

Here comes the sun

Looking back at the scorched earth
behind my feet.
Every step in front of me
brings me closer to a new beginning.
There is a relief in walking
but there is some pain in knowing
I am just another step apart
from my crumbled world.
Every thread I cut
comes back to me like a whip.
My dusted wings flap  again
but the dust is wet with my blood.

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