Sunday Scribblings # 1: Wings

I take my wings with me wherever I go.
They propel me along and allow me to soar through life.
They spread apart, often needing their space.
But sometimes they like to kiss one another.
Yep, they get that close that they almost have no choice.

I just love how they allow me to open my chest proudly when they snuggle.
They're quite versatile, those wings.
They can also help me invite sensation and mobility into the back of my body.

My wings were given to me a long time ago.
They are my shoulder blades, and I love them (and the rest of my body) very much.