Wingspan - A Collaborative Poetry Creation

Sink into the arms of the open sky

Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash

The beating heart of a soul in flight
becomes the rhythm of the wind

This broken wing is like my broken heart
it took many years to mend
before I could fly again.

A wingspan clipped by violence,
in a world where flying too high
cancels your existence in the verdure.

I long to glide among the treetops
as effortlessly as the birds.
Freedom winds divert my patterned flight
overcoming fear, I free fall into air,
then feel it lift and carry me higher

Feathers caress the waves of ether
releasing me from gravity’s bonds.
A gifted plume becomes a quill,
ink flows and soars across pages.

Birds in our fight for freedom can soar,
wide wings take me slowly higher,
deliverance in a leap of faith,
an ascent a reach beyond my dreams

I fly free at last, free at last,
thank goodness I am free at last!

At first, their wings hung
heavy with past horrors,
but when freedom beckoned
they soared into all they were meant to be.

And when restored, hesitantly fluttering;
they extend the span of a legion of warriors

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Here are the talented writers who contributed to this collaborative creation. Thank you so much for joining us with your words.

Miz Mindful, Rae Lynn Sommers, John Hardman, Nancy A, Marjorie Pezzoli,
Carlo Zeno’, Bill Munley, Kathleen Murray, Barbara King, Maisie Archer,
Jozef Cain, May More, Jeanette Martin, Neil Winward

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Here’s the original Challenge if you’re interested:

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