Quiet Light

I’m Beautiful at first glance,
Connected to the divine, wanting to soar above.
But I am Rooted in human darkness, in chaos and fear.
I am embraced by hands pushing down, wrapping me in beautiful petals
Too heavy to carry.
Wrapping and wrapping until I disappear
In a twisted beauty people love.
But the only truth is the wings, unswaddled, but bruised,
They always keep me afloat.

*This poem and photo is inspired by the Norwegian Photographer Morten Krogvold’s Photo Exhibition “Stille Lys” meaning “Quiet Light”.

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