Out of Flames..

Out of Flames… Wings; 2019; 13.5″ x 14.5″; mixed media: sidewalk chalk, graphite, water-soluble crayon, watercolor, acrylic, pastel.

As I began to paint again, irresistibly drawn by  “the stronger pull,” an old theme re-surfaces. The idea that out of the fiercest flames of our lives, we are granted wings to fly high – and carry others with us.

The Wings are Mine

Dense winged creature
clawing my chest –
cawing over charred dreams,
Ashes disintegrating.

Still the fire rages.
Somehow.

What is left to burn?
Yet merciless wings fan flames.

Until –

Inexplicable rescue…

Creature beat back,
Forced to lift.

Then –

Transformation.

Bitter black wings melt
into brilliant hope-sparks.

There is always hope.

What is left now –
indestructible,
transcendent.

Now the wings are mine.

I fly high,
Powerfully alive.

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