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---
%{
title: "Will I Feel the Wind",
id: "poem-will-i-feel-the-wind",
date: ~N[2021-05-05 13:00:00],
author: "Adam Piontek",
tags: ~w(poetry acoa aca spirituality)
}
---
Long ago, as I suppose many teens do, I tried to wrote poetry now and then. And then I learned to hate my poetry, and I stopped. I wonder if I could just be kind to myself and enjoy trying?
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#### Will I Feel the Wind
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I can't feel my wings.
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Have I held them stiff so long they're numb?
Did they atrophy too far?
Did I amputate them and forget?
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Tearing skin and sinew,
cracking their feathers?
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Did I scrap their sick crumpled span
somewhere lost?
I used to dream of flight, soaring free.
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Dancing dips and flips,
graceful landings, long horizons.
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But who would love my winged majesty?
They were more danger than delight.
More frightening than curiosity.
More risk than promise.
The familiar posture stuck,
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tucked tight, cramped, tense, hidden.
I didn't notice when I could ease up;
Besides, holding that way got comfortable.
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I can't stretch them wide just yet.
Muscles weak, tingling sharp as I try.
This burning ache, is it tender love?
Will I feel the wind?
Will it grace me with a lift?
Will it hold me like a friend?