one fine day
i came across
a caterpillar sunning
sipping tea
he turned to me
are you lost~
in need of help?
why have you come running?
i'm in search
i said to him
of wings that might grow stunning
in that case
you have to learn
the secret life of weaving
and let go
of habits that
create your disbelieving
when you're done
with all you know
heart filled with losses grieving
only then
are you ripe for
winged-soul retrieving
string a pin
with silken hope
and wishes bright with gleaming
thread your fears
of sad goodbyes
and all your broken dreaming
loop the sun
around your thread
with candles gently beaming
add to that
a babbling brook
with whispers in the streaming
lullabies
and lovers sighs
weave soft into your looming
add full moons
burlesque balloons
and secret gardens blooming
stitch until
your sight grows dim
allow the all-consuming
a new view
with wisdom's hue
your chrysalis is grooming
on each bruise
the dark will place
a rainbow splendored kiss
and infuse
your highest flight
with dreamtime's deep abyss
what comes next
i must confess
is mysterium and bliss
new life springs
this time, with wings
it's your metamorphosis
poem
"Winged Soul Repair" @angisullins
Photo ©David Spencer
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