I Have Been Growing Wings
Poetry

I Have Been Growing Wings

Jeffrey Armstrong Poet "Kavindra"

I Have Been Growing Wings

My atma is awakening from winter,
A deep hibernation,
Curled in a ball in a cave,
Windowless cocoon
Of my own creation.
I have been growing wings,
Breathing very slowly,
Just warm enough to live,
Heartbeat once an hour,
No discernable pulse,
I have been waiting
Deep inside the Earth,
For a moment I could not foresee,
When the sun's rays would return.
The birds sing me awake.
A wind calls my name,
Heavy with Your perfume.
I know the Sun is rising.


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