Today I hung up my wings
And I cried to see them go
Into the back of the closet
Unsure of when next they might emerge.
Today I gently fingered the leather
Of the armor I loan to my friend
As I put it into a basket
Unsure if I will ever see her again.
Today I put away my sword belt
And I cleared the real money
And necessary things from my bags
While leaving behind coppers and tags.
Today I put away the warrior
That everyone can see
And instead I return to being the warrior
That dresses and reasons like me.
My fighting spirit cannot be hung on a rack,
My determination contained in a basket
Or my dreams left behind with the copper.
Even when no one else can see,
And always will be
A Tyrel in me.
Today I posted my rings for sale
From a marriage that didn’t survive.
I cried to know I will soon see them go,
But I’ve bills to pay,
A dog to feed,
And nothing is so pretty
That it outweighs my need to fly.
I am still The Girl With the Wings…