Originally published in Conscious, the zine, 2018.
She furled her wings in gravity's embrace And watched the blue horizons meld - no line Between the sky and sea, one world erased As water covers blackbird in its brine. Surrounded by aquatic life she longs To be a fish, because it's all she sees. Forgetting flight, and wingbeats' subtle song, She rides the surface, banned from swimming deeps. Nor fish nor fowl, she struggles to relate To either them, or self, or life: a ghost. She cannot see potential lost but hates Her muted voice and salt-caked feathers most. Facades decay and warp as they suppress; The strongest parts will always manifest. -Elena Nola