Tempered Wings

Fear cautions us of Icarus as our Ancestors call us to the fire.

Do we dare put our feet to the flames? Yes!

For it is here we resurrect our mighty tempered wings.


Now I lay me down in flames.

Crimson glow dances over me.

Engulfs me.

Chars and cleanses the exoskeleton of a life made up of outgrown roles and inherited false beliefs.


A replenished soul like the soil after a forest fire’s rage.

Within the appearance of a barren wasteland I am in fact… renewed.


Spiral down to my epiphany.

When I hit the ground I will rise,

like a Pheonix from the ash of all that once was but no longer defines me.

– Libby Brittain


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