Nouveau Homeo Erectus Anno Domini

Today I gained my wings.

No, I didn’t die

Well maybe I died to self.

I just recognized them

And whispered “unfurl”

They are lush, powerful

To some they are Dragon Wings

To some they are Angel Wings

But regardless they are mine

Mine to cocoon and hold me—grown of my own self knowing

I can understand why they intimidate

And why they heal

With them unfurled,

I cannot help but stand tall.

My chest rises.

I put my hands on my hips—akimbo

Balancing the stance

No longer bracing

Because I literally have my own back.

And in a world

That wants you bent over a desk,

Hunched over a plow,

On your back for populating

And bowed in subservience

It’s damn near impossible now.