Being and becoming, not to mention raising well-adjusted children, in this ever-evolving digital age frightens and exhausts me.
Birds Of A Feather
I careen through my days,
letting the weeks, months, years ricochet
against the collective chaos
spinning all around
and inside me.
The (taboo) kind that comes
with being
a woman, parent, human
in this lonely and destructive digital age.
What would it feel like to fly
away
from it all?
I imagine a lightness
of soul, spirit, body
as the invisible strings spread
through my ruffled but unfettered wings.
Wings that were meant to soar
but remain tight against my sides.
*Image by Ruwad Al Karem from Pixabay.