the butterfly jar by lostinthisphotograph 

My wings fly starlight fingerprints
where empty hands pray for wishes.
In a world of fragile glass, I can either break
or grow strength from my weakness.
Time never stops nor do dreams
cocoon in yesterday.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #63


robkistner said…
I wanted to tell you how ass-kicking powerful your “Born of Feathers” is! I must leave my comment here, because your Black Ink Howl site won’t let me leave a comment.
C. Sandlin said…
This is beautiful and strong at once, great poem!
Carrie Van Horn said…
I love the strength of spirit that flows in this Susie, certainly a strength born from experience. A beautiful and amazing poem!
Love your ending, Susie!
tonispencer said…
I love the ending. Fragile but yet strong.
I love the perseverance here. Beautiful.
Carrie Van Horn said…
I wanted to come back by to thank you for your kind words over at my last poem. They are appreciated more than words can say.
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