clearing the way
new moon held in cupped hands
like a wounded fledgling
yet slowly warming
to this idea of finally flying free
trusting the process is not easy
for anything grounded
nevertheless you uncup
your trembling hands
observing the sky in a new light
november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Thank you, Devika!
Wounded feeling… deep.. how beautifully you craft your words
Thank your for visiting my poetry today, Swapnil, and commenting on this piece.
Beautiful, John! I love the imagery and hope at the end. Your last verse could apply to anything really. Great poem!
Thanks so much, Lauren ~ I appreciate you taking the time reading my poetry and commenting on this piece!
It takes courage to trust… love the image of the moon cupped in the hands.
Thank you very much.