gathering

This weight in me would not have me dance,

Yet I must dance to be free.

I must lift and lift this heaviness

To be light again.

I will gather every fallen feather to repair my wings,

Sing uneven words to find my voice

Undo every firm decision, to make my path.

Instead of ravening, I will fast.

A horse will lift me like a blossoming wave,

A circle of energy in the curbing reins,

And every effort will feed my growing power,

Contained and simple as an opening flower.

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