treasures.

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 my spirits were low this past week: 

tears flowed freely. 

my winged heart ached. 

 something i read. 

something i read:

the feeling associated with giving up something loved - 

or at least something that is part of ourselves and familiar - 

is depression. 

 yes. 

yes. 

that is what i have been feeling. 

for just a brief moment in time:
i was given opportunity to honour a wing of colour.
colour'd.
yet white and of silk on the underneath....

i dream, still, of holding onto that wing.

sorrow remains deeply embedded in my spirit:
the process of pushing away
jaggedly rips open my winged heart.

will i make it through this season?
yes.
yes.
i am strong.
i am faithful.

yet.
yet....i'm giving up so much of what i love....
so much of what is a part of me.

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