Free and Atoned
The truth came flying out of the mirror,
its reflection veracious and new
And left without warning, my emptiness torn,
heading back to a place out of view
Driving into my eyes an image so clear,
its talon’s spread open and honed
But on wings of silver, it returned fulfilled,
my spirit soaring—free and atoned
(Southwest Flight Las Vegas-Philadelphia: January 27, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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