Wings 2023

My wings are folded

Hiding

Just not quite ready to unfurl, she said.

But she believed they were there.

So I tentatively reached behind

To see if I could feel the wonder

I could not believe.

And there it was, a tiny shimmer of velvet

stroked my fingertip.

Maybe because she saw them, they became real.

She believed I could fly, she held the light

and showed me in all the darkness

That I did not have to be afraid

That I was never alone, that I could dance on golden wings.

I could soar

They unfurled because she witnessed their softness

Her belief made them real, made them

Beautfiul

Her love was flight.