Glimmer: Voices Left Behind

Illustration of flowery symbols in a chickadee

“Voices Left Behind”

Nonfiction
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.


“Fly”

by A.L.

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

 

 

1 thought on “Glimmer: Voices Left Behind”

Post your comments

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.