I’m in Love With My Future

The wings tracing her shoulder blades

Inked feathers align the luster of Grace

With every breath she believes

She knows it will pass

The chains no longer grind through bloodied skin and

Bone

Angelic in stature and tenderness

The World, she slid from her shoulders

In darkness, no help from flame

Deep within the glass

Her blurry figure hears my lament

My wish

To join her,

No longer in envy for what I can't have

But in love for what I might become.