“You won’t fly again,” they said.
My wings spread.
I rise on my exhale.
“Voices Left Behind”
My father-in-law was told after a war injury that he would never walk again.
My aunt was told that she died years ago.
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.