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dancing in the still point on the spiral journey of life

Turtle Girl

one restless night

I woke thirsty     

itchy

 

wings grew out of my shoulders

 

silly girl, she said

turtles don’t have wings

oh yes they do

 

my shell is heavy

my legs are slow

 

but when the moon is full, I sprout my wings

and fly far away

remembering desire

 

quick

pull in

disappear

the shell is safe

 

when its time to lay eggs in the sand

you can swim in the sea of opportunity

 

what if I wasn’t a turtle

what would I do

where would I go

 

how could I be anyone else but

a turtle with wings

 

 

 

4 Comments

  1. Kathleen on July 30, 2019 at 9:10 pm

    Thank you LORAN I love this, it speaks to me in more ways than you know. Xxx

    • Loran Hills on July 30, 2019 at 10:04 pm

      I’m so glad you understand my words. They come from a very deep place I usually don’t share. x

  2. Debra Marrs on August 4, 2019 at 9:13 am

    A lovely piece, Loran. Such beautiful imagery throughout. And sincere depth of feeling. Your poem is something I want to revisit over and over just so I can immerse in those depths. Excellent! #keepwriting

    • Loran Hills on August 4, 2019 at 9:43 am

      Thank you, Debra. So much.

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