{"id":6272,"date":"2018-01-16T18:15:49","date_gmt":"2018-01-17T02:15:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=6272"},"modified":"2018-01-16T18:18:52","modified_gmt":"2018-01-17T02:18:52","slug":"feathery-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2018\/feathery-hope\/","title":{"rendered":"Feathery Hope"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-6273 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/IMG_5941-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"460\" height=\"460\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/IMG_5941-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/IMG_5941-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/IMG_5941-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/IMG_5941-768x768.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 460px) 100vw, 460px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A fragile and feathery hope grows in my chest<br \/>\nIt tickles my ribcage and brushes against my cheeks<br \/>\nLike the kiss of a bird\u2019s wing as it takes flight.<br \/>\nThe moment suspended<br \/>\nBetween the weight of the world<br \/>\nAnd the unburdened sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Small and tender hearted<br \/>\nThis alien thing grows inside of me.<br \/>\nAt night I feed it quietly with whispered dreams<br \/>\nAnd words I am too afraid to say aloud.<br \/>\nI do not yet know whether it will become<br \/>\nFriend or foe to me as it grows.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My mind crushes it slowly with sharp edges<br \/>\nPredicted in the cloudy sphere<br \/>\nOf crystal balls and etched lines in overworked palms.<br \/>\nBut still at night, when the lights have disappeared<br \/>\nIt is just me and the nascent hope<br \/>\nEvolving to be something more than me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I refuse to let it die but only acknowledge it<br \/>\nIn moments of secrecy stolen between<br \/>\nSorrow and high-soaring ecstasy.<br \/>\nIf I look it in the eye and declare its name<br \/>\nIt may just consume me whole<br \/>\nBefore I know how to control the chaos it brings.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I know I have been unfair to you<br \/>\nBorn of such happiness and light<br \/>\nBut forced to be a creature of darkest night;<br \/>\nI made you into this monster<br \/>\nOut of the fear that if I held you too tight<br \/>\nYou would disappear faster than a bird taking flight.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Now you are with me forever<br \/>\nEtched into every bone<br \/>\nLike the words of a love letter<br \/>\nThat never found a heart to call home.<br \/>\nThis ribcage you once inhabited<br \/>\nTransformed into a cage you will never escape.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I feel you waking up again<br \/>\nTesting the limits of your confines<br \/>\nWith a wingspan broader than the horizon.<br \/>\nI hear you tapping against my bones<br \/>\nA morse code warning of all we could be<br \/>\nOr a threat that soon you may break free.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My chest creaks under the pressure of your presence<br \/>\nSmall yet persistent, this fragile thing<br \/>\nBegins to break through my bones<br \/>\nLike a flower growing through the cracks in the pavement<br \/>\nYearning for the sun\u2019s light and fresh air.<br \/>\nI can contain you no longer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Will this creature be beautiful or broken?<br \/>\nMaybe it will be a bit of both.<br \/>\nHeavy with my whispered dreams and secret hopes<br \/>\nWill it be able to take flight?<br \/>\nMy fragile and feathery hope takes wing<br \/>\nLeaving me behind to wonder at our small destiny.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A fragile and feathery hope grows in my chest It tickles my ribcage and brushes against my cheeks Like the kiss of a bird\u2019s wing as it takes flight. The moment suspended Between the weight of the world And the unburdened sky. Small and tender hearted This alien thing grows inside of me. 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