Clipped Wings

In the spirit of slight frustration for not having time to write a new article this week, I want to share a poem I wrote on this topic.

This poem was originally published in Flurry Lifestyle's 7th zine issue Dreamers - please purchase here! I don't receive compensation for purchases but I love their vision, and shoutout to bringing back physical media right?!

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Clipped Wings

The life I want feels like it’s just a single breath away at times, so I hold my breath until I choke. I tap away at my keyboard, stifling tears when a creative idea pops up just to get through the day.

I never knew unlived dreams could be such a burden until I gave them a sample of life within a willing vessel, just to evict them a few months later when life got real. I needed to go back to work, so every ounce of my energy had to be conserved to push through.

An unworthy dreamer I've become. My vessel no longer a welcoming home. 

I'm grieving and mourning partially lived dreams, not taken from me, but willfully abandoned in exchange for the ability to make a living. Why do such crossroads exist?
 
One day I'll become a worthy dreamer again. On a cliff, my clipped wings will grow back strong so that when I attempt to leap again, I'll instead fly. With a flight so high I won't be recognized by those who saw me before. I'll start a new life in the city of clouds, angels, and dreamers alike.

I'll live amongst rainbows, blow bubbles, and unlike my life before, create not just for the sake of breathing but in celebration for being alive. 

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