WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

Untitled

Leave a comment

Bottom of bottle breath
sting my neck
intoxicating
stumbling, on my knees
Ouch!
There’s a butterfly
Bastard – I’m four
Broken bottles
Dream outside
Fly away
Light guide my way
from the cellar
Colorful wings
No longer broken
Free
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s