Hatchling

Tiny cracks beneath the skin as I begin to fight.

I stretch inside my tiny cage and reach toward the light.

The silvery sky comes into view as my shelter starts to crumble.

I launch myself onward and prepare for the arduous tumble.

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Wings unfurling in a whirl of pewter grey and steel.

My soul comes bursting out before my leg has time to heal.

I look out of my shell and start to feel completely wretched.

Why is the holiest part of me never represented?

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My wings begin to waver as I look toward the sky.

I start to feel the dread as I sense my enemies drawing nigh.

There’s nothing they could say to make me want to stay stitched in.

I’m born again; I’ve hatched and now I’m ready to begin.