We walk our journey yet we want to fly.... so we sprout delicate, ethereal wings. Tentative, like a caterpillar just out of a cocoon, we flex and stretch.
Joyous abandonment! We spread our wings in the sunshine, their newness dries and then shines in the rays of Light. But, sooner than later a cutting tongue armed with sharp words slices through a fragile wing. No muscular strength has the power of those sounds. Those words.