Evolving July 07, 2019 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps 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 Comments 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! purplepeninportland.com said… Love your ending, Susie! tonispencer said… I love the ending. Fragile but yet strong. Phoenix Retribution said… 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. Kent said… This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
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