The phantom touch, the internal warmth, the sense of love and being held. A safety in time and a place in heart. My mind reaches for the deepest parts of my soul and I conjure a world that is sacred. Springs of abundance, warmth of love, where the sun does not burn, the wind does not chill, and the water is sweet with depths seen from the surface, crystalline and pristine. The greatest gift it holds is the embrace of earth.
I have flown far from my nest to find a home where I’m not forced to fall, pushed to fly, and demanded to be different. I have rested on different tree tails and they have shown me visions of a nest that resonates with my dream, alas these are mere tales and lies spawned from hatred. They seek to cage me and the vines that corrupt them have coiled their core. As I fly away they ask me to stay and untangle them from their deprivation. I bind myself to them and tear my wings open, my claws broken and my pride shattered. I free them and they still cage me. I’m left gasping, wounded and fertilizer for their roots. I leave my carcass behind and rise again. I take flight and rise from ashes with hopes to calm my flame.
I take the vision inside me and burn the flames of my soul, with hopes to reach a nest that feels safe. Its all transient and even when I’m in flight I’m alone. The pursuit is long and arduous and I have nothing left to fuel my flames. My light dims as my flight fails and I reach the end of my plight.
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