Glimmer: Voices Left Behind

“Fly”

by A.L.

“You won’t fly again,” they said.
My wings spread.
“Never.”
I rise on my exhale.

Illustration of flowery symbols in a chickadee

“Voices Left Behind”

by A.L.

My father-in-law was told after a war injury that he would never walk again.
He walks.

My aunt was told that she died years ago.
She lives.

I have known people who believe that once broken, one is broken forever.
Yet I heal.

Don’t listen to the voices that would keep you from spreading your wings.


Content originally published in 2017.

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