Rebirth

If you saw me,

Spreading my wings high above the clouds,

Loose hair, glistening in the sunlight, like golden embers,

Would you remember the creature, I used to be?

The corner-crouched child, who hugged her knees-

Like two pillars of protection,

Who reached out to no one and nothing.

I buried that scared child slowly, under a maple tree,

And padded the dirt above her, for good measure-

For what measure, what value equates to an outstretched hand,

That pulled me out of darkness,

And as that darkness wailed to beckon me back,

I smiled, no longer alone

And sailed for the skies.

~Feathertales