Dare

And the feeling of meconium, pushing through, the filling of my fragile wings until they’re strong.

Until they carry me up and out and over and away, watching the flowers beneath me, the breeze, lifting me. Sunlight turning up my colours till they sing.

And on the leaves below, the photons warm through the residue of who I used to be.

And if you look up, you can see me, can hear the soft beating of my wings.

See me, hear me.

There is no shame.

Glittering (Underland #4)

And it makes me wonder what I’d say, if I could say all the things in my head, if I could give you all the images and moments, all the feelings, thoughts and words.

And if I could shape them, if I could form them out of the mist rolling in by your door, would you hold them, would you take them in your arms and keep them close?

I move as if unhindered by time, the mist rolls in, softening me, droplets of water around my words. And beyond the bustle, in the place that only we know, there is calm.