the day she’d learned how the wind delightfully tickles her belly as she soars,
her wings were ripped off.
when her legs offered solace, they were nailed down,
with her hands left, she held her brother
for her despair had broken his heart,
which rendered his wings weak, and his feet futile.
she used her hands to soothe him
and a sapling of hope grows from them,
the sky makes way and the moon entices him
his wings lift and his feet tingle
he learns once again to fly.
from the only hands that she had left,
she had been left.