The Fall Of Leave

“pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly, and if left unresolved you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.” –Wm. Paul Young, The Shack

ourholyprincesszelda

Stepping over the edge, I fall gentle but fast

Everything a blur, except the ride now past

I struggle on clipped wings of desire

Feathers floating in a pinion fire

Calls they echo, off cliffs of saddened

Still I fall, my wings abandoned

A dream condemned only in aviary free

Wounded wings of fate in the fall of leave

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 Also published in Broowaha

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Empty Victory – PTSD

“Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.”
― S. Kelley Harrell, Gift of the Dreamtime – Reader’s Companion 

philwicklund

Bend beneath and swerve around

All my troubles utter one great sound

Pulling the tapestry of life apart

Never in silence until I depart

Standing firm under a heavy break

Looking over the edge, a fall to take

Final swings in battles won

Left to victories empty sun

Laying all down in a sleepless bed

Battle scars never leave my head

Empty Victory – PTSD

“Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.”
― S. Kelley Harrell, Gift of the Dreamtime – Reader’s Companion 

philwicklund

Bend beneath and swerve around

All my troubles utter one great sound

Pulling the tapestry of life apart

Never in silence until I depart

Standing firm under a heavy break

Looking over the edge, a fall to take

Final swings in battles won

Left to victories empty sun

Laying all down in a sleepless bed

Battle scars never leave my head