Afraid To Fly

I chase dreams
never daring to rise
beyond the water line

keeping to the reeds
and shoreline of familiarity
afraid of being shot down

Afraid that dreams aren’t mine
to claim, that I am damned
doubled cursed as woman
and child of sin

I will fall often
drown in pools of stagnation
till one day these wings

A mind of their own
will lift me up
and catch those dreams.

(Image my own)

Memo to Self

Awakened by a crash just past midnight, I quickly realized my husband was not in bed and had fallen again. It’s the second time in two weeks. He couldn’t get back up.

Paramedics arrived within minutes. Three strapping men had him on his feet again in no time. He was jostled but okay.

I laid awake for hours.

It’s hard not to worry, focusing instead on the good.

This note is to myself. Encouragement to keep moving forward.