February’s irony delivered
me beneath the sign of Pisces,
but neglected to teach me
to trust water.
With open heart and tear drop eyes
I clung to the edge of the moon
and questioned a Zodiac’s prank
of delivering a fish without fins.
In the wilderness of stars answers
abandoned me on the banks of silence.
An orphan with stardust veins,
I formed butterfly wings from fear
to grow strong enough to swim an ocean.
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