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“Unmanifested Wings”- Flashback Art & Poetry by Heather Thompson


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A Flashback Poem


I wrote the following poem in 2012, just a year after the “mild” traumatic brain injury that changed my life.


Over the last twelve years, I never could have imagined the twists and turns my life has taken; though, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my wings! But there’s more…


I’ve discovered safety and genuine LOVE beneath the wings of God… and that’s everything.


 

UNMANIFESTED WINGS (2012)

By Heather Thompson


Tiny nubs poked

just above

my shoulder blades;


BOUND

REStrICTed,

CUt,

bloODIED,

PLUCKed,

STRapPED

to my body

beneath a facade

of stiletto prestige.


A shadow voice

~my survivor~

silently commanded:

DO

NOT

GROW.


Every blood feather,

each bit of down comfort,

painfully pulled

so frequently

that it went

completely

unnoticed.


Until the day it stopped…

SUDDENLY

A cone of grace

formed around me.

I was filled with peace.


Then slowly,

v e r y s lo w l y…


Bloodied nubs

formed scabs;

giving rise

to tiny quills;

which birthed

new blood feathers,

and gentle puffs

of down comfort.


Resting in the

embrace

of authentic healing,

I noticed

ancient wings

given to me

so long ago

that I couldn’t

remember

when I forgot

how to fly.


We all have

wings.


What would happen,

if we stopped

restricting,

and let them

grow?



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