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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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