Saturday, May 6, 2017

Crowing


There are no stones
honeycombed into
an abusive tongue
strong enough
to clip my wings.

I am not made
from a caustic image
of another’s definition
or a mirror’s distorted reflection.

The dark wings assigned me
allow me to fly where
malignant assumptions
carry no weight.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



7 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is good, Susie. We need to fly pretty high these days, above the horrors that are going on.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such rich and powerful language in this, Susie!❤️

brudberg said...

Those caustic words might do their worst... but with such wings your words will be heard

Toni said...

Powerful! Love it!

Debi Swim said...

That's the song of a strong woman!

Martin Kloess said...

There is hopeful message here. Sore on...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Oh so good, and brilliantly crowned by the title!
Anna :o]