NaPoWriMo Day 21 :: Feathers


Every time I hold you,
my arms become falcon wings.
Every time I hold you.

Maybe it’s to help you remember how to fly
Maybe it’s to help lift your spirit up
Maybe it’s to safely envelop you
in the knowledge of yourself
Maybe it’s all of these

Next time I see Horus,
I will ask him.
I will ask.