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@ -14,17 +14,16 @@ Long ago, as I suppose many teens do, I tried to wrote poetry now and then. And
#### Will I Feel the Wind #### Will I Feel the Wind
I don't feel my wings. I can't feel my wings.
Have I held them stiff so long they're numb? Have I held them stiff so long they're numb?
Did they atrophy too far? Did they atrophy too far?
Did I amputate them and forget? Did I amputate them and forget?
Slicing the skin and sinew, Tearing skin and sinew,
rough implement cracking feathers? cracking their feathers?
Did I scrap their sick crumpled span Did I scrap their sick crumpled span
somewhere lost? somewhere lost?
Maybe I still feel something.
I used to dream of flight, soaring free. I used to dream of flight, soaring free.
Dancing dips and flips, Dancing dips and flips,
graceful landings, long horizons. graceful landings, long horizons.
@ -34,12 +33,11 @@ They were more danger than delight.
More frightening than curiosity. More frightening than curiosity.
More risk than promise. More risk than promise.
I've long since been unconfined,
but I'd already forgotten them.
The familiar posture stuck, The familiar posture stuck,
tucked in tight, cramped, tense, hidden. tucked tight, cramped, tense, hidden.
I didn't notice when I could ease up;
Besides, holding that way got comfortable.
Holding it that way is what's comfortable.
I can't stretch them wide just yet. I can't stretch them wide just yet.
Muscles weak, tingling sharp as I try. Muscles weak, tingling sharp as I try.
This burning ache, is it tender love? This burning ache, is it tender love?