My voice aches with need
Essential touches are buried
Veiled initially and then
A feather brushes my cheek
Wings and claws sweep me into the sky
Once cradled within
I’m nestles into a nest
Waiting to be brought warmth
This is an incubation of self
Deep longing finds the gnawing of being wrong
I will no longer struggle with my shell
Cracked to awaken who I really am
Hearts turn to see where a path must change
I know we are not what we once were
We are what we are supposed to be.
