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title: "Will I Feel the Wind",
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id: "poem-will-i-feel-the-wind",
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date: ~N[2021-05-05 13:00:00],
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author: "Adam Piontek",
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tags: ~w(poetry acoa aca spirituality)
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}
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---
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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 don't feel my wings.
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Have I held them stiff so long they're numb?
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Did they atrophy too far?
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Did I amputate them and forget?
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Slicing the skin and sinew,
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rough implement cracking feathers?
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Did I scrap their sick crumpled span
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somewhere lost?
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I used to dream of flight, soaring free.
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Dips and curls and swoops,
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graceful landings, inviting horizons.
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But who would love my winged majesty?
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They were more danger than delight.
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More frightening than curiosity.
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More risk than promise.
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I've long since been unconfined,
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but I'd already forgotten them.
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The familiar posture stuck,
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tucked in tight, cramped, tense, hidden.
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Holding it that way is what's comfortable.
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I can't stretch them wide just yet.
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Muscles weak, tingling sharp as I try.
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This burning ache, is it tender love?
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Will I feel the wind?
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Will it grace me with a lift?
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Will it hold me like a friend?
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