Wings

Sitting in the middle   

Of what has always been my life

Yet

Connecting with  

Something Much More

Knowing

Unexpectedly

The road is mine

No longer afraid

Of myself, or others

Acceptance of the past

Glad of the gifts received

In days both light and dark

The days of being paralyzed

By consequence

Long over

Time is relative

Being now

Seeing past, present

And future

A pull, strong call

Clear sight

A gift from the winged ones

And The Goddess

Within 

Filled to overflowing

Enough to share

And then some

Brightest flame  

The Protector's voice reminds me

STAND!

Unfurl your wings and soar!