this poem is actually optimistic... we fight change and sometimes the scary changes are the most difficult. Nature leads us sometimes to emerge with great beauty. This poem could be about death and dying. The fact that it was written during a week just after the funeral of a relative is inescapable.--T.K.
"Wings of Destiny"
by Tim Kavi
the fear
of things changing
when destiny
brings only the
promise of rearranging
how we fight
brave struggles
not understanding our
internal troubles
until finally
we seem bound
by nature itself
only to push back
the bindings
and discover
that our wormlike
nature
has grown beautiful
wings
memories of our past
selves
keep us bound
to old traditions
that dont allow
flying lessons
for the new air
we breathe
we look to the
cosmos
donward to our
feet
hoping to glimpse
a former
self
oh comfort
of the gray
and dying past
sweet nature
has birthed in us
the future
a butterfly at last!
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