by Molly McHaney
I feel my heart cracking open
like an egg
birthing some unknown
beautiful creature
that lies curled up
like fragile lace
inside with wings
powerful enough
to fly high close to the sun
and even when it feels
as though my heart will break
as the rotten pieces are burned off
with the fire of my missing you
and your mind-blowing words
that curled under my skin
and set me on fire.
My wings are only getting stronger
and the ache I feel
is merely the unthawing of my sheltered love.
Petrichor - An Online Journey 